EARTH DAY

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I went for a hike today with the Sandias at the ski area. No one but me and Dobby (my house elf doggie) and trees and sky and grasses and rocks and sparrow and Sun and hawk and a deer that Dobby caught scent of before me and chased into the depths of the woods. Hiking after him, snow cascading into my boots, cold and sharp. Inhaling every step of uneven rock and rolling fallen branches and thigh deep snow playing the game of “support you here and here and not here ahhhhh” until Dobby returns empty jawed and winded and smiling, rewarded with a cricket treat for having returned on his own. His serpentine plunge into the forest has brought us back a different non-path to the car. We share a drink of water, giving the extra to the late winter grasses. And then collect a trove of empty beer bottles and cans, Miller and Marble and Santa Fe Brewing, and an empty Old Grand-Dad 80 proof pint and a pair of orange plastic thinthin flipflops that are given out at places like 10,000 Waves and a single blue dog bootie size small.

I shared a dream this week in Dream-Koan practice: I’m an 8 year old boy. I’m with a 4 year old girl and a huge Bobcat, the Bobcat sitting is taller than me. Sometimes I’m the 8 yo boy and sometime I’m the 4 yo girl and sometimes I’m an amalgam of us. The Bobcat has a huge open wound on its back, right behind it’s heart. As the 4 yo girl I am shivering (do you know the way that some 4 yo shiver with intense pleasure and/or pain?). As the 8 yo, I feel immense hurt and sadness and I am applying an antibiotic salve, knowing that I must try. As the Bobcat, I feel the immense pain of the wound in a different way. This wound, this wounding is never-ending. This wound, this wounding is raw and immediate. This shivering is without defense. And never-ending.

Today, I am seeing the Earth as this giant Bobcat, with multiple open wounds. Never-ending wounding. When viewing the Earth from outer space, I get a taste of the dharmakaya interconnectedoneness. Offering a perspective so much bigger than I-me-mine, I don’t even see this Zenho being. Perhaps I don’t see/feel the never-ending wounding, or the action that I can take with this never-ending wounding. As the 4 and 8 yo right next to the Bobcat, the wound/wounding becomes COMPLETELY personal. And of course picking up bottles and cans and flipflops and………

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THE THREE MARKS OF EXISTENCE

The gash in your back

Ragged and red

Is the gash in my back

That shivers in agony

As the otherwise gentle breezes

Of “How?” and “Why?” and “Who?”

Probe nerve and tendon and bone.

Allow me your wound

And I will apply this salve

As carefully and gently as I can

For I too feel the jaw clenching necessity 

Of its gritty presence

Zenho

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SCHEDULE  APRIL 23- APRIL 30 

MONDAY, 6:30AM, ZAZEN AT TEA HOUSE, DAVID KEKANSAN OPENING

MONDAY, 7PM, DREAM KOAN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

Drag your body to the Zendo, or Join Zoom Meeting
https://us02web.zoom.us/j/81182899201?pwd=UVU4MnJhMG1ZUGJaOHhaSndwQ2dYQT09

TUESDAY, 6:30AM, ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM, WITH ZENHO. https://us02web.zoom.us/j/86265616603?pwd=WHZEQWNDQnZPS1VicDl6VVlEdmxFZz09

WEDNESDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM WITH ZENHO 
Join Zoom Meeting
https://us02web.zoom.us/j/89605039197?pwd=VTVubW5pUnBCNFBqQjBieERvNDd5QT09

THURSDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE, ANDY OPENING DOKUSAN WITH ISSAN SENSEI 

FRIDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN & SERVICE WITH ZENHO AT THE TEAHOUSE  DOKUSAN WITH ZENHO SENSEI

8 DEEP BOWS

Zenho & Issan