Sharing in That

By John Stuart

Searching and seeing

Not for profit, monetary gain,

expose, explore truth is the aim.

Images enhance, reflecting,

appreciate, respecting.

 

Sharing in that

And looking to see what we are,

questing, and searching near and far,

but all of this is what I am,

so stop and see this, if

• Language: English
• Publisher: jkspublishing
• Release date: Apr 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9780645455496

John Stuart

John Stuart was born and raised in the Rainbow Region near Byron Bay,on the Australian East Coast. He has spent most of his working life there,renovating property, playing sport, exploring paths and byways.In later years there was a collapse and transformation, from which came the sharing series. This book defines a distint emergencefrom within to without.Selections from this material have been presented on ABC and Commercial radio,in restaurants, pubs and on retreats in this region. This was very well received.The Gallipoli sequence featured here formed the basis for a video, Coming Home,used by the Turkish Embassy in Canberra on Commemorative occasions.

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A child is born

in the fullness of blood, being,

the emptiness of self, seeing.

Moments moving in present passings,

need’s screaming, love’s beamings.

From body bound in sight and sound,

to growing growing, timelessness going,

thoughts and feelings, curiosity telling,

mind opening truth’s dwelling.

From living lives seen and been,

memories meaning, truths seen.

From bindings, that bound,

simple and profound,

a treasuring and measuring

of love and pain,

forgiving, blame, it’s all the same.

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Sleeping waking eating drinking,

watching waiting always thinking,

patterns play the rules of the game,

in living lives, it’s all the same.

In the boundaries of bodies, instinct’s core,

a never understanding, wanting more,

and forever asking, again, what for?

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The way to see, awareness be,

feeling, flowing, flowering the flower,

smelling the sweetness still, hour by hour,

tasting tenderness, pure and dearly,

doing the doing, simply, clearly,

making the breaking, taking the taking,

seeing the seeing, being the being,

living the living, sighing the sighing,

breathing the breathing, dying the dying,

and loving the love, so perfectly pure,

to always now, eternally endure.

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We see in the East

the hope of the dawn,

we see in the West,

the setting, forlorn,

but what we see is what we make,

it’s the world that turns,

for God’s sake.

The person coming towards me

is the one going away,

the East and the West are as one, I say,

and living and dying, all as one,

for birth doth touch the resurrection.

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looking

to see

Looking to see, words are spoken,

feeling to be, sometimes broken,

understanding not, though we try,

in that we share, not knowing why.

In words written we may yet find

that that is there beyond the mind,

I wrote these poems but not for me,

whatever they are, what you see.

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I love you

A visit from Hogen-San.

The phone message

was fragmentary, broken,

the voice warmly soft, pure,

Hullo, hullo John

I would like to walk,

to see you, I will leave now.

Arriving as arranged,

a small form, glowing warm,

dressed so simply all in white.

his scarf twisting twirling

rounded gentle features.

Moving ever so lightly,

entering the room,

chatting, curious about trivialities,

dignifying the everyday

with simple eloquence.

Graciously placing

a small sheet of paper

on the glass table,

speaking with deference,

I have finished a design for you,

for the cover of your book,

then adding, mischievously,

If you don’t like I will try again.

I look to see a childish drawing,

two faces joyously simple.

Perfection

I speak without speaking,

mumbling meaningless clichés,

turning to see his face,

radiating innocence,

compassionate, luminous.

I said,

I love you, I love you, I love you,

again and again and again,

then saying,

I love you I love you,

again and again,

and saying now,

I love you,

again and again

and again.

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In search of self or non-self

I see the path to freedom and mental liberation as through a denial of the ‘I’ concept. I therefore have a bias against ‘I’ focused writing, it seems egotistical and self-centred. However, how else to describe a journey of the mind? So forgive.

Since becoming aware of distinctive patterns of ethical beliefs, I have been attracted to Buddhism, primarily because of its acceptance or synthesis of scientific thought and humanitarian values. I have meditated at different stages throughout my life and been involved in specific Zen practice over the last few years.

This article was written after I had spent a period of three months in intensive Zen meditation training at Palalo Zendo in Hawaii.

I see Buddhism as a religion but not in the doctrinaire theological sense; it is a way of life, an experience, a commitment to accepting and living out the reality of self or non-self at any given time. Throughout our lives, such are the vagaries of the mind that we avoid confrontations with the self in a variety of ways: becoming lost in the rituals of everyday life, escaping into realms of imaginative fancy, materialistic pursuits and so on. We create masks, build, play games. Logically, intellectually and theoretically, we can search and find a concept of truth but to experience truth involves letting go of this intellectual