^^^^^^^^^^vvvvvvvvvv...whO is SHE?... the diamond lady?.. yes where is SHE?... clutching the cash register at the dusty dark hall waiting for "victims"..like a funnel web spider..she's spinning her web.. the web that tangles your mind and tells you... 'hey there i am ..the one to lead you to the promised land?"...then i ask.."is it a green land where the golden flowers grow?"
and SHE runs and hides within her cloak whispering to the ruby cheeked monk... "remove that noisy one from the floor!" ..merle I mean she could be shopping, doing a seshin, or just plain old something mundane, like maybe a serious loss in her family. I mean with all these suppositions about this poor lady, I have to do a little assumption as well -- at this point the only things that could redeem her is if she and her family got hit by a Tsunami or were kidnapped by wolves or tigers or booking agents. sheeessh . . Or, maybe you just have to wait, cause maybe it is just time for you to wait. How about that one? /\ zendervish --- In [email protected], Merle Lester wrote: > > > >  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!... >
