Where Seas and Fables Meet by B.W. Powe

whether imposed externally or built from anxieties within.
    â€œOut of laughter...” Another beautiful phrase. It means to act from a sense of the absurdities we experience in the world, to share a laugh at the yokes we make or find.
2.
    Living on margins allows you to live in unacknowledged realities, in the realities coming to be.
3.
    What makes us think that, when we combat anti-life energies, we would fight them only with an arsenal supplied by physical reality?
    The spiritual energies: art-craft and prayer, love, tears, laughter, and dreaming (imagination, cultivation of your inner world).

The Teacher
    The teacher was sitting cross-legged, meditating with his students.
    Together they studied stillness. They were resting their minds and hearts. Everyone found this hard to do.
    Then the teacher’s assistant quietly entered. He padded in, his feet in socks. He came forward and whispered in his teacher’s ear.
    â€œYour mother has died,” the assistant said.
    The teacher knew this news was coming. She was old, and she’d been ill for a long time. He’d prepared himself and his students for the news.
    Suddenly the teacher wept. His shoulders shook. He hunched forward bringing his hands to his eyes. And he wept inconsolable tears.
    His students were shocked. They’d never seen such emotion from their teacher. He’d preached wisdom. He’d counselled training and meditation. He practiced abstinence. He’d spoken of the end of all desire.
    They watched him cry.
    Finally, one student spoke up on behalf of all.
    â€œMaster, you’re crying. But you’ve taught us about Nirvana and about detachment. How’s it possible you could cry this much?”
    The teacher gazed at his students through his tears.
    He said: “It’s because the things of this world matter. What happens here, what happens to each of us matters. This is where we live.”
    And he wept.

E-motions
1.
    Immersed in the world’s feeling.
2.
    You may resent schools, but never resent learning.
3.
    The greatest tuitions are the invisible schools.
4.
    A necessary wasting of time: walking in the streets and beside the creeks, sitting with a cup of tea in the cold light of a winter morning, resting to read a book, resting to let the invisible come over you.
5.
    Visible, invisible: each in each, every day.
6.
    Give up love (one of the invisible energies), and the world will cover you over and thicken you.
7.
    â€œEaching”: a new word to evoke the particular, the honoured other. I’m feeling my way towards you.
8.
    Senses wide open. The soul selects her solitude then opens the door.
9.
    The bridal room, for the wedding that is yet to take place...
10.
    My wife’s shoulder, bare and thin and pale and soft, and no one else’s. I can’t say why – only hers. But I know: this is the place, my place.
11.
    The inward eye of transformation: you look ahead at the asphalt road or the data autobahn and they become a sun- drenched and then a moon-drenched path. You follow the transformations. They’re part of your path.

Identities (and Beginnings)
1.
    A free mind, free to wander, divested of theoretical system or over-arching narrative neatness, with no sense of an ending, no ownership of ideas: hence, without the burden of logic or argument, yielding wholly to release.
2.
    When journey and destination become the same... Making notes from embryonic inner selves...
3.
    Talk Radio, Chat-lines, iCloud, and Facebook: Canterbury Tales gone wild, the Encyclopaedists reborn. People expressing their personal stories, whim in hyperdrive and hyperspace... People storing big data, trailing clouds of story... Using the technologies developed by those in the Structure to make a way out of it...
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    A young woman, part of Generation Nought (OO), said: “Our generation doesn’t have icons. We don’t look to a Bob Dylan or The Beatles, to Jimi Hendrix or a Janis Joplin. We have social