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No. 1 ~ 2012


Ripening Practice ~ Maylie Scott

For Maylie, Dogen and the chidens ~ Lynda McDevitt

Big Flat Artifacts ~ photo by Bill Devall

The Black Keys ~ Michael Quam

On Not Receiving Maitreya Water ~ Gael A. Hodgkins

Spring ~ photo by Karen Mueller

Another Poem ~ Judith Louise

Beauty and the Buddha ~ Barbara Madaras

Falling Water Meditation ~ photo and text by Jack Miller

Untitled ~ Judith Louise

Buddha's Birthday ~ photo by Karen Mueller

¡Hola, Ikkyu! ~ Michael Quam

Flowers 2012 ~ drawing by Melanie Dabill

Ten Nine ~ Toby Griggs

Coda: Early Morning Zazen ~ Suzanne

Maylie Scott (1935 - 2001)

"AZG members’ practice has a strong, independent quality and varies widely...
As long as we ripen together in the Dharma our lives will be continuously renewed."

~ October 1998

For Maylie, Dogen and the chidens
Lynda McDevitt

Longlasting orchids
On the zendo altars now
Blossoms will still fall

Bone & Stone ~ photo by Bill Devall

The Black Keys
Michael Quam

My heart is singing a long song, seeking others
To form the complex harmonies I love,
Holding the tension of a minor seventh
Almost to the breaking point, then slipping
Into tonic release, a temporary resting place
Before reshaping the sound, creating a chance

To discover a new island in the ocean
Of myriad twitters and booms all around us.
The first songs my heart learned were played
On the white keys. Some hearts stay true to those
Old modes and melodies. But my heart quickened
When I first heard the black keys. They unlocked

A passion that rose up through my feet and
Melted away the cold constraints of piety.
Now, those five-note modes and flatted fifths
Soothe me with the spare and mournful blues
From the Delta, or rouse me with the hard-edged
Headlong rowdiness of a juke-joint jump.

After listening carefully, Doctor Ali tells me
I sometimes drop a beat, but he doesn’t think
It’s a problem for a heart my age, and I think
Perhaps my arrhythmia is a kind of polyrhythm,
Like African drummers use to conjure spirits,
Healing through dance and trance, like Elvin

Did for Coltane and Tony did for Miles, no steady
Straight ahead meter, but the rhythm inside the beat,
A filigree woven with sticks and brushes, playing
Sometimes just ahead, sometimes just behind, the feel
Of the sound, the rush and lag, the push and pull,
Like a river of song, like a heart when it’s fully open.

January ~ Yenisei River, Krasnoyarsk, Siberia

On Not Receiving Maitreya Water
Gael A. Hodgkins

I have been baptized by the Holy Ghost
Dipped in Sierra streams
Rolled by Pacific Ocean waves
Have floated in Tahoe's Lake
Survived--long long ago--a Soviet river swim
Back-stroked naked with Maylie in Mill Creek Lake
Drunk--and been drunk on--bourbon, brandy and vodka
Dissolved again and again in streaming tears.

Soon, Rilke's bright angels will shake out, over my dead body,
     their rain-drenched hair.
'Til then, couch-potatoing,
I'll watch tear-shaped water slide down my window panes.

Spring ~ photo by Karen Mueller

Another Poem
Judith Louise

The usual subjects
moon, ocean, frogs
struggle, worry, hardship
life as it is

Buddhabrot by Evercat

Beauty and the Buddha
Barbara Madaras

Theoretically, we think we should be able to find Buddha anywhere and everywhere. After all, the myriad dharmas are numberless, including all that we sense, construct, recall, or even imagine. Still, we might be surprised to find “the Buddha” in some arresting places. Say, inside of a fractal.

A fractal is a special kind of mathematical equation, one whose solution loops back on itself and creates (if you graph it) an endless repeating pattern. Many fractals spin out quite realistic images of coastlines, clouds, mountain ranges, or trees.

Fractals can be used to study chaos—phenomena like cyclones developing from wind patterns, or airplane wings developing dangerous vortexes. It turns out that tiny changes in the initial conditions of a weather system result in typical air currents becoming cyclones. In fact, we can see that many “real world” natural phenomena live a hair's breadth away from violence. Fractals let us model chaotic, sometimes destructive, behavior because a tiny change in the equation of a fractal can cause it to spin out infinite indeterminate patterns.

Ride your horse along the edge of the sword . . .

A special collection of fractals is called the Mandelbrot set. These have the quality of being “concentrated,” that is, instead of spinning off infinitely, they go more deeply inside themselves, so to speak, and replicate their images in every part of their original shape. There are many depictions of Mandelbrot fractals, whose intricate patterns are astonishingly beautiful.

The Buddha's “image,” the Buddhabrot, is found in one of the variations in the mathematical expression defining the Mandelbrot set. If you look closely at the image, you can see the smaller “buddhas” that comprise the whole. And if you look at the image with the “eyes” of a computer, you can drill down into any part of the image to see another infinite chain of “Buddhas” (you can actually do this using a simulation found, in one of many examples, in this YouTube video.

To call fractals truly beautiful is to admire their intricate patterns, a quality that seems to be universally present in our concept of beauty. Mathematics (numbers) has been a foundation of our concepts of beauty ever since the ancients recognized geometric forms in the skies. So, we shouldn't be surprised that mathematics is still underpinning beauty even in an age when art, including music, has evolved far past the classical boundaries. Yet, to find a mathematical image that is both surprising and particularly delightful is at least serendipity.

All of this begs the question of how we would react if another equation produced an image that we found distasteful, grotesque, or even self-mockingly dubious—what if we found an instantly recognizable “Satan”, or maybe even an “Elvisbrot”? Are all of the myriad dharmas equally “beautiful”? Perhaps only a poet can answer:

The core of every core, the kernel of every kernel
an almond! Held in itself, deepening in sweetness:
all of this, everything, right up to the stars,
is the meat around your stone.
Accept my bow.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Buddha Inside the Light”

For more info and images, check out Wikipedia. To create your own Buddhabrots on the web, like the two above by Suzanne, try this site.

Falling Water Meditation ~ photo and text by Jack Miller

I took this photo in early 2006 when my nephew William and I had the good fortune to travel around Cambodia.  On this day, we rented motorbikes in the port city of Sihanoukville on the Gulf of Thailand and worked our way inland for about 17 km to the Kbal Chhay Waterfalls. A group of Buddhist monks and young novices showed up to enjoy the afternoon at the falls.  As always, many were eager to practice their English on us. One fine day!

Judith Louise

Welcome rain
in a dry winter
loud in the night
I savor the sounds
with my cat
curled in my lap purring,
wet nose pressed to my wrist.

Buddha's Birthday ~ photo by Karen Mueller

¡Hola, Ikkyu!
Michael Quam

   Cinco de Mayo
apple blossoms in the wind
   nada perdido

Flowers 2012 ~ Melanie Dabill ~ colored pencil

Ten Nine
Toby Griggs

Spinning, spiraling cosmic tidal pools
Starfish, aurora, anemone

  Deep turquoise tortoise diamond heart sparkling
See life clear connecting current flow

  Sunken song sung round river rendezvous
Unending, mind bending, bubbly brook

  Foot stepping stone, pebble, particle, wave
Water, precious, pure, pours past, present

  Sequoia drinks deluge, downpour, rains days
Succulent, salmon, Trillium, fern

  Clouds climb mountains, great valley, desert rain
Cactus flowers, leaping lizard plays

  Cross canyons, sagebrush, coyotes, crow
Fire crackle moon dusted crater cliffs

  Foxfire light luminous dark forest dance
Firefly, owl, cricket consciousness

  Rock mesa, tundra, mountain, arroyo
Piñon rainbow dragon nebula

The Swallows ~ Edouard Manet ~ 1873

Coda: Early Morning Zazen

can anyone else
hear the squeaking of my glasses
against my hat?

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