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Flying pigeon showing its alula Phoyo by Fatnoy

Continuing from A Path with Heart . . . 

Twenty years before, in the late 1960’s, [the man with the brain tumor] (see yesterday’s Daily Dharma post) had done a little Zen meditation, had read a bit of Alan Watts, and when he faced this moment, that is what he drew on and what he wanted to talk about: his spiritual life and understanding of birth and death. After a most heartfelt Conversation, he stopped to be silent for a time and reflect. Then he turned to me and said, “I’ve had enough of talking. Maybe I’ve said too many words. This evening it seems so precious just to have a drink of tap water or to watch the pigeons on the windowsill of the medical center fly off in the air. They seem so beautiful to me. It’s magic to see a bird go through the air. I’m not finished with this life. Maybe I’ll just live it more silently.” So he asked to have the operation. After fourteen hours of surgery by a very fine surgeon, his sister visited him in the recovery room. He looked up and said, “Good morning.” They had been able to remove the tumor without him losing his speech.

Jack Kornfield

To be continued . . . 

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