Changes (Thoughts on Impermanence)

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NOTE: THE DHARMA TALK BEGINS AT TIME STAMP 01:05:45.

THE DHARMA TALK IS PRECEDED BY: GUIDED GROUP MEDITATION, A QIGONG MOVEMENT PRACTICE (LEAD BY JIM) AT TIME STAMP 00:39:54, AND ANNOUNCEMENTS.

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THE FOLLOWING ARE A SONG AND POEMS ROBERT SHARED DURING HIS DHARMA TALK..............

Bottle of Wine

 

(New Yorker Magazine, Aug. 6 & 13, 2018 issue)

 

By Carl Dennis

 

I like to park a few blocks from the house of my hosts

And walk with my bottle of wine the tree-lined streets,

Anticipating the dinner with friends that awaits me.

A bottle of wine showing not only that I’m grateful

To be included but that I’m eager to do my part,

To offer a gift that won’t survive the evening,

That says I’ve set aside the need for transcendence

And made my peace at last with living in time.

Soon we’ll welcome the evening with a toast.

Soon we’ll be toasting it in farewell

As it starts on its journey into the near past

And then the far. Do the houses I’m passing

Regard me as a creature about to vanish

Into the realm of shadow while they have resolved

To hold their ground? But the bottle I’m carrying

Shows how the past can enhance the present.

The grapes it was made from were plucked and pressed

Seven years ago in a vineyard in Burgundy

According to customs already in place for generations

By the time these houses moved from the realm

Of blueprints and estimates into brick and wood.

The bottle will testify that traditions once honored

Are being adhered to still, with patience, with pride.

And if the past is present this evening, isn’t the future

Present as well in the thought that the ritual

I’m helping to pass along will prove enduring,

That however much the world around it may alter,

Guests will still perform it in eras to come?

I hope I feel their presence in spirit

Under these trees later this evening

As I walk back to my car with empty hands.

 

    Carl Dennis published his most recent book of poems, “Night School,” this year.

 

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Changes (By Carol King)

Gordon Lightfoot

Sit by my side come as close as the air

Sharin' a memory of grey

And wander in my words

And dream about the pictures that I play

Of changes

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall

To brown and to yellow they fade

And then they have to die

Trapped within the circle time parade

Of changes

Moments of magic will glow in the night

All fears of the forest are gone

For when the morning breaks

They're swept away by golden drops of dawn

Of changes

Passions will part to a warm melody

As fires will sometimes turn cold

Like petals in the wind

We're puppets to the silver strings of souls

Of changes

Your tears will be trembling now we're somewhere else

One last cup of wine we will pour

I'll kiss you one more time

And leave you on the rolling river shore

Of changes

 

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 Thus should you look upon this changing world.

All component things are impermanent.

All component things are subject to dissolution.

See all of this world

As a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream,

A flash of lightening in a summer cloud,

A flickering lamp, a phantom and a dream

 

Buddha

 

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The Time of Our Lives

 By Tony Taccone

 

This, then, is what we are given.

 

ten or twenty thousand days

wherein we watch

a billion leaves

born then blush, fall

turn to earth, to silt,

to ash so soft

it will not bear a name.

 

from this black dust

we make our things, clothes

shelter, jewlelry

fiction--

 

stories in which

we seek conclusion,

our highest

and most dangerous invention.

 

for this culling of days

this harvest of dust

gathers meaning only

by our watching, our being,

 

our sensation of

what is forever being given—

that our bodies

are really only leaves seeking light

 

loved at last

by the wind

 

Date: 
Sunday, August 5, 2018