Enso, knowsow, meansew

I would be easy if everyone in the world would do just as I tell them to do. Or perhaps you would say it would be easy if every one in the world would do just as you tell them to do. Being human means it does not work that way, while people like to tell others what to do, people do not like to be told what to do. An enso in Buddhism is a circle (traditionally drawn by a hand and brush).


While the world goes round, round things seeking their own life . . .the concept of round must have change donce humans developed the ability to actually make things (almost) perfectly round. π, longer than human life, or human life shorter than pie.


Enso is a zen circle, the mu of the Buddha mind. My father quit Case to go to war, came back, entered again, quit again to help out when his father lost his job and later returned to graduate, or something like that, just not in the exact order.  At some time during that period my mother worked at the Aluminum Company of America.


And now I am left to finding my own circle of enlightenment


Fear, the favored tool of  human bullies and other incompetents,  the deer who is  50 yards away is afraid of me and not afraid of the egret five feet away. The egret is afraid of me when I am 50 feet or less on the same side of the bank, but across the water, even 10 feet  it does not give a damn.


I could say I am glad to have feet, still its a given, I was born this way,


and two are  enough, Would more be a greater pleasure for me? or for you?


Hagi guinomi by Hatano Zenzo and shigaraki tokkuri  by Takahashi Kozo (Takahashi Rakusai V).


Bizen guinomi and tokkuri by Nakamura Makoto. The Makoto family is well known for shuki. Maybe I drank too much sake in my life, but when you use these you need pour some  sake into the guinomi, then wet your  finger  with sake and spread it around the lip area from where you will drink.


What is looking that makes a life seen so far away?


Or maybe just better not to look, or not to imagine what will happen yesterday or even what happened tomorrow.


Al Capone pizza about 1970 on a  lonely  early Sunday morning, big slices, I think  it was $0.35 a slice then, the other place was through the tunnel and find a place to park near Santarpio’s.

Al Capone Pizza, Haymarket, CA 1970

Some conversations I have had at Half Price Bookstore,


This gentleman was  very thoughtful,  willing and able to express himself articulately with comments on things I said which added to my understanding of things I thought.


Vjay is often correcting me concerning Krishna, Indian philosophy, Mahabarata and something in which we have a common interest,  dahl.  Weekends  I often meet him at  TJs or the book store. You may never know when you meet Buddha or like me, if  I ever did.


Maybe I am just getting to old to have a normal relationship, I do not think my photograph has ever been in a  newspaper or a history book,  or on a record album cover, its fun to have an anonymous interaction like hitch hiking when I was young, when I may never meet the person again and I can pretend to be someone I am not, or more to my liking, to  pretend to be someone I never want to be, except for a short time to have the experience,—here was a discussion on history and methodology.


Still its easy for me  to get lost without letters defining  me where I am.


And everyday I still try to do four miles along the levee . . .


and see people who, like myself . . .


whatever that means,


it all must mean something or in the process just reverts to the mean, I meant well, but it did not seem to make any difference.










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