One Breath After Another -- News of Michael's Progress
On the post of last Tuesday, supposing that Michael Thaler (http://ohenrosan.blogspot.com) might have popped his clogs already, I invited tributes or non-tributes to Michael.
Last night Bill said...
Well, for starters, he's still with us, albeit barely (I saw him Thursday). Certainly not up to blogging..
Anonymous said...
Bill,
Please let Michael know that all us anonymous blog commenters are still out here wishing him well!
Thanks :-)
Last night Bill said...
Well, for starters, he's still with us, albeit barely (I saw him Thursday). Certainly not up to blogging..
Anonymous said...
Bill,
Please let Michael know that all us anonymous blog commenters are still out here wishing him well!
Thanks :-)
posted by Mike Cross at 2:13 PM
11 Comments:
Bill,
If you see this, please let Michael know that I thank him for his recent poem and for his blog in general.
The things he has said are of such importance to us all.
Regards,
Harry,
Ireland.
Michael died on tuesday.
FA
He was brave.
I just found out from Teresa at Fire Ant that Michael had died. I shall miss him.
Thought you all would like to see this wonderful piece written by one of Michael's co-workers in The Record:
http://www.northjersey.com/opinion/moreviews/My_colleague_my_friend.html
Unfortunately, I did not get to see him again after my last visit.
Kindest regards,
Bill
Hi, Mike.
Have you "popped your clogs"?
Hope all's well,
Harry.
When the idea of teaching anybody anything is given up, well and truly, totally and utterly, then the shining edifice that Gudo designed and I try to manufacture crumbles, and all that remains is a dilapidated insomniac middle-aged skeleton sitting in the lotus with painful legs and imperfect posture, while a dodgy vestibular system and an immature Moro reflex continue to create internal noise at brainstem level.
That good, eh?
Do you see Crossbills where you are? I'd love to see Crossbills. I think maybe they are seen a little in the far south of Ireland.
All the best,
H.
How many people there are in the world of today who have "lost their faith" along with the vain hopes and illusions of their childhood. What they have called "faith" was just one among all the other illusions. They placed all their hope in a certain sense of spiritual peace, of comfort, of interior equilibrium, of self-respect. Then when they began to struggle with the real difficulties and burdens of mature life, when they became aware of their own weakness, they lost their peace, they let go of their precious self-respect, and it became impossible for them to "believe". That is to say it became impossible for them to comfort themselves, to reassure themselves, with the images and concepts they found reassuring in childhood. Place no hope in the feeling of assurance, in spiritual comfort. You may well have to get along without this.
Please tell me how you knew my brother. Although you are poetically articulate and can make words pleasing, I would prefer a to the point answer to my question. Thanx
Your brother and I recognized our own struggle in each other, and recognized ourselves in each other. We encouraged each other in our mutual struggle, which was one struggle, which is still going on.
Master Dogen, whose teaching we both revered, said that if there is buddha in life and death, there is no life and death. In other words, though Michael has lived and died already, the struggle which was his life and death is still going on. I promise you, it is still going on.
O-henro-san is Japanese for pilgrim, wayfarer, struggler -- one who is in it for the journey, not for himself. That's how I knew your brother. Your brother and I recognized ourselves in each other.
Thanks to you, too.
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