bill...lovely..thanks for sharing..merle
Merle, No, I'm not at the watch house yet, but I'm on the trail and often reach places where I can stop and see the glow from its lights. ;>) Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - Robert Frost ...Bill! --- In [email protected], Merle Lester <merlewiitpom@...> wrote: > > > >  you are bill then?.... at the watch house so to speak?... merle > > >  > Merle, > > We are teachers if we have a student. We are students if we have a teacher. > > I was a student for many years and even was a teacher for a short time. At > this point in my life I am neither a teacher or a student. > > ...Bill! > > --- In [email protected], Merle Lester <merlewiitpom@> wrote: > > > > > > > >  > >  bill...are we not all teachers?,,,and all students?..who are we if not > > teacher and student rolled into one..?..merle > >  > > Merle, > > > > I'm not a zen teacher, certainly don't feel qualified to make up a koan nor > > to work with anyone on an existing koan. I'll have to pass on this one. > > > > ...Bill! > > > > --- In [email protected], Merle Lester <merlewiitpom@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > yes so get cracking ...let's have the koan!!!!!!!!!! merle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >  > > > Merle and Mike, > > > > > > Okay, this story is labeled a 'parable' which as I said is not a koan - > > > although could serve as the basis for a koan. > > > > > > ...Bill! > > > > > > --- In [email protected], uerusuboyo@ wrote: > > > > > > > > Merle,<br/><br/>With pleasure!<br/><br/>18. A Parable<br/><br/>Buddha > > > > told a parable in sutra:<br/><br/>A man traveling across a field > > > > encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a > > > > precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself > > > > down over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the > > > > man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat > > > > him. Only the vine sustained him.<br/><br/>Two mice, one white and one > > > > black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man saw a > > > > luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he > > > > plucked the strawberry with the other. How sweet it > > > > tasted!<br/><br/><br/>Sent from Yahoo! Mail for iPad > > > > > > > > > >
