dearest joe...
do you think i just sent an ordinary email to the diamond lady?.. apart from the introduction ..i asked for help...for her psychotherapy... not for me..no...i asked and she has not responded.. so so so busy eh? ..sitting in those small dark musty halls on handwoven mats ..leading her sheep to pastures ever green my pastures here are green...emerald green.. her pastures are concrete and traffic noise of city life.. mosman the land of the filthy rich..and filthy they are..clothed in the rags of the sweat of the poor get lost ..no way... am i not going to push this barrow up the hill sideways at any cost.. there will be no more emails, no hand penned letters.. i don't do stalking joe..and i don't do crawl you are too idealist joe with this lass...you don't know her from a bar of soap as the saying goes diamond cuts diamond and this diamond lady... has not cut through to my cyberspace .. merle Merle, Merle ascribed possession: "i see your subhana has not replied.." Cousin, she is not mine. And even if her response is not to reply, I will still respect her nonetheless as a Master of the Diamond Sangha. If you should then send her mail for a second, and even a third time, I will continue to respect you, too. You bet I will! If you give up, and don't even try the telephone, or send an email to the general address of the zen group where she is in-residence as Teacher, I will continue to respect you, also. I'm guessing, but, ...I think a long-hand letter will draw an in-kind response. There's nothing like seeing a person's handwriting. It's a gift to share. You might also enclose a drawing. She might do the same. Wow! You lucky devil! You have a communications-medium made to order, you two. But just as some lineal background, keep in mind that in the old days of Zen in Japan, it was hard to get inside the freakin' gate. And even then you had to slump yourself over the porch outside the Zen hall for three days of fasting before they gave you a bowl of cold rice each day outdoors, like a saucer of milk to a feral stray cat. After maybe three or four days, you were let in to a small room where other wanderers were fighting to get in, too. You had to sit zazen in full decorum with those slobs for five days or a week before you could enter the monks' quarters, and then practice with them in the Main Hall. After perhaps a year of sitting with the monks in the main hall, and following the daily life of the work of the monastery, with its 90-day unbroken intensive training periods in each Summer, and in each Winter, and monthly sesshin all the other seasons as well, you might be allowed to see the teacher in his room. After a year! Or maybe after five years. It depended on circumstances, and how many monks were about. The point is, that, now, all one has to do is pick up the telephone. Maybe the Teacher is taking a few calls in the queue before yours. It's possible. Rest assured that when you reach her, you will have her *FULL* attention in that time. That's the way it always is. Anyway, Subhana is your own. She and you are both artists, and I am just learning. I can't get in to see her yet. You've got a calling card, and full possession. I am a Novice, and don't yet know how to wear my robes, nor eat my cold rice outdoors. Luckily, I handle the chopsticks better than my paintbrush. Practicing portion-control, and watching my weight (diminish), I remain, Yours!, --Joe ;-) > Merle Lester wrote: > > joe.. > > i see...it's all a matter of getting lost in the tangle... > i see your subhana has not replied.. > i have my doubts she  ever will... > > Merle, > > Most new threads are made when we start a new one ourselves from scratch on a > new topic. > > Some old ones are re-named to make a point; but when re-naming happens a lot, > it's hard to follow a thread. People get lost, and start asking for > repetition of what was already typed. > > --Joe > > > Merle Lester wrote: > > > > yes joe.. > > i know what a thread means!...
