Origins and supports of class structures in medieval Japan.

[Guest guest]

Idle DNA, Hox Genes, Jumping Genes, mutation, _expression and

suppression of inherited characteristics by various environmental

modulation models, and the data supporting the conclusion that life

comes from life, with updated cladistic diagrams showing the

interrelation of species chains .

 

How is it

that in the spring,

in this bottled up bonfire of desire

that thrills us to the bone with want and connection

that must be met and fed by nature

with any optimism, any enthusiasm,

any taker,

I have to cry my eyes out.

 

It just wells up and overflows

what I see and feel.

I know I've never been happier,

yet my world is carved up

like some hidden slaughterhouse diagram.

 

The monsters are at the walls of the pure land.

 

Spring is wood, so our biorythms reflect it

with our liver and gallbladder channels

and stored emotion and courage boiling over

all of a sudden.

Damn. shit hits the hot fan.

Bugs dance in the hot breezes.

Lava spews toward space.

 

Both wood channels pass the eye

and can release there

all year long

but he/she didn't get it,

missed the little things,

like autumn's sighing and reflection,

getting the warm clothes out,

and summer's sit-in-the-cool-rain,

delicious fruits of the past harvest,

grasshopper jumpin in the sun, first butterfly,

pretending the status quo is good for us any more.

Kind words.

Joyful and wide-eyed hoping their luck holds.

Smelling clouds of perfumed weeds

and buying favorite blooms,

a ga ga at the infinite sky

and it's unfailing complex beauty.

 

The pipers sing the anthem of Survival of the Fittest,

as the powerful and weak both beat down the poor

and secure themselves against any uprising.

Who is this Fittest that suposedly survives?

Nature watches a while,

and lets a legend go here and there.

 

So i find a little happy me

in a dirty medicinal flower in the runoff

of a road - my lotus.

 

Amid all that happy diversion

of spring cleaning with open windows,

opening the cedar chests, beating of rugs,

checking out the house's damage of brutal winter,

glad the oil bill will go down.

 

And with the noise of the mob's dreams,

there's no rest.

No rest for me today

among the spinning spheres and suns that

flash and fade in cool sun-glasses,

parrying lives that break thru the nothing

to play hide and seek,

and suddenly go home,

back,

like the world never knew them.

 

The galaxy forgets some worlds,

foriegn and forgotten

as last year's mosquitoes.

and up the channels comes the tears

to cool the insane heat

of the eaters and the eaten.

 

The creator/destroyers strut their stuff

for a while for the vampires

till something better comes along,

then they're gone gone really gone,

just when they thought we all had a shot.

But I know its not about that.

 

Our weapons of magic are useless against

ever victorious time.

 

I can still remember my father saying,

all you care about is yourself.

And I wish I could have,

in some ways,

but eventually I have to look outward.

I just lack balance.

[Guest guest]

KD 6, Lung 7 ... Inward reflection, inspiration

UB 62, SI 3 ....Lacking balance standing in face of the external world

 

I will be a lotus floating

with my head up to breathe

with my head down to drink

 

Kokko

 

 

 

 

On Mon, Nov 24, 2008 at 11:56 PM, ykcul_ritsym <ykcul_ritsymwrote:

 

>

> Idle DNA, Hox Genes, Jumping Genes, mutation, _expression and

> suppression of inherited characteristics by various environmental

> modulation models, and the data supporting the conclusion that life

> comes from life, with updated cladistic diagrams showing the

> interrelation of species chains .

>

> How is it

> that in the spring,

> in this bottled up bonfire of desire

> that thrills us to the bone with want and connection

> that must be met and fed by nature

> with any optimism, any enthusiasm,

> any taker,

> I have to cry my eyes out.

>

> It just wells up and overflows

> what I see and feel.

> I know I've never been happier,

> yet my world is carved up

> like some hidden slaughterhouse diagram.

>

> The monsters are at the walls of the pure land.

>

> Spring is wood, so our biorythms reflect it

> with our liver and gallbladder channels

> and stored emotion and courage boiling over

> all of a sudden.

> Damn. shit hits the hot fan.

> Bugs dance in the hot breezes.

> Lava spews toward space.

>

> Both wood channels pass the eye

> and can release there

> all year long

> but he/she didn't get it,

> missed the little things,

> like autumn's sighing and reflection,

> getting the warm clothes out,

> and summer's sit-in-the-cool-rain,

> delicious fruits of the past harvest,

> grasshopper jumpin in the sun, first butterfly,

> pretending the status quo is good for us any more.

> Kind words.

> Joyful and wide-eyed hoping their luck holds.

> Smelling clouds of perfumed weeds

> and buying favorite blooms,

> a ga ga at the infinite sky

> and it's unfailing complex beauty.

>

> The pipers sing the anthem of Survival of the Fittest,

> as the powerful and weak both beat down the poor

> and secure themselves against any uprising.

> Who is this Fittest that suposedly survives?

> Nature watches a while,

> and lets a legend go here and there.

>

> So i find a little happy me

> in a dirty medicinal flower in the runoff

> of a road - my lotus.

>

> Amid all that happy diversion

> of spring cleaning with open windows,

> opening the cedar chests, beating of rugs,

> checking out the house's damage of brutal winter,

> glad the oil bill will go down.

>

> And with the noise of the mob's dreams,

> there's no rest.

> No rest for me today

> among the spinning spheres and suns that

> flash and fade in cool sun-glasses,

> parrying lives that break thru the nothing

> to play hide and seek,

> and suddenly go home,

> back,

> like the world never knew them.

>

> The galaxy forgets some worlds,

> foriegn and forgotten

> as last year's mosquitoes.

> and up the channels comes the tears

> to cool the insane heat

> of the eaters and the eaten.

>

> The creator/destroyers strut their stuff

> for a while for the vampires

> till something better comes along,

> then they're gone gone really gone,

> just when they thought we all had a shot.

> But I know its not about that.

>

> Our weapons of magic are useless against

> ever victorious time.

>

> I can still remember my father saying,

> all you care about is yourself.

> And I wish I could have,

> in some ways,

> but eventually I have to look outward.

> I just lack balance.

>

>

>

 

 

 

--

aka Mu bong Lim

Father of Bhakti

 

The Four Reliances:

Do not rely upon the individual, but rely upon the teaching.

As far as teachings go, do not rely upon the words alone, but rely upon the

meaning that underlies them.

Regarding the meaning, do not rely upon the provisional meaning alone, but

rely upon the definitive meaning.

And regarding the definitive meaning, do not rely upon ordinary

consciousness, but rely upon wisdom awareness.

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

nice, John. extraordinary points to connect hands and feet to pure yang, du ren.

 

--- On Tue, 11/25/08, <johnkokko wrote:

<johnkokko

Re: Origins and supports of class structures in medieval Japan.

Chinese Medicine

Tuesday, November 25, 2008, 11:22 AM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KD 6, Lung 7 ... Inward reflection, inspiration

 

UB 62, SI 3 ....Lacking balance standing in face of the external world

 

 

 

I will be a lotus floating

 

with my head up to breathe

 

with my head down to drink

 

 

 

Kokko

 

 

 

On Mon, Nov 24, 2008 at 11:56 PM, ykcul_ritsym <ykcul_ritsym@ >wrote:

 

 

 

>

 

> Idle DNA, Hox Genes, Jumping Genes, mutation, _expression and

 

> suppression of inherited characteristics by various environmental

 

> modulation models, and the data supporting the conclusion that life

 

> comes from life, with updated cladistic diagrams showing the

 

> interrelation of species chains .

 

>

 

> How is it

 

> that in the spring,

 

> in this bottled up bonfire of desire

 

> that thrills us to the bone with want and connection

 

> that must be met and fed by nature

 

> with any optimism, any enthusiasm,

 

> any taker,

 

> I have to cry my eyes out.

 

>

 

> It just wells up and overflows

 

> what I see and feel.

 

> I know I've never been happier,

 

> yet my world is carved up

 

> like some hidden slaughterhouse diagram.

 

>

 

> The monsters are at the walls of the pure land.

 

>

 

> Spring is wood, so our biorythms reflect it

 

> with our liver and gallbladder channels

 

> and stored emotion and courage boiling over

 

> all of a sudden.

 

> Damn. shit hits the hot fan.

 

> Bugs dance in the hot breezes.

 

> Lava spews toward space.

 

>

 

> Both wood channels pass the eye

 

> and can release there

 

> all year long

 

> but he/she didn't get it,

 

> missed the little things,

 

> like autumn's sighing and reflection,

 

> getting the warm clothes out,

 

> and summer's sit-in-the-cool- rain,

 

> delicious fruits of the past harvest,

 

> grasshopper jumpin in the sun, first butterfly,

 

> pretending the status quo is good for us any more.

 

> Kind words.

 

> Joyful and wide-eyed hoping their luck holds.

 

> Smelling clouds of perfumed weeds

 

> and buying favorite blooms,

 

> a ga ga at the infinite sky

 

> and it's unfailing complex beauty.

 

>

 

> The pipers sing the anthem of Survival of the Fittest,

 

> as the powerful and weak both beat down the poor

 

> and secure themselves against any uprising.

 

> Who is this Fittest that suposedly survives?

 

> Nature watches a while,

 

> and lets a legend go here and there.

 

>

 

> So i find a little happy me

 

> in a dirty medicinal flower in the runoff

 

> of a road - my lotus.

 

>

 

> Amid all that happy diversion

 

> of spring cleaning with open windows,

 

> opening the cedar chests, beating of rugs,

 

> checking out the house's damage of brutal winter,

 

> glad the oil bill will go down.

 

>

 

> And with the noise of the mob's dreams,

 

> there's no rest.

 

> No rest for me today

 

> among the spinning spheres and suns that

 

> flash and fade in cool sun-glasses,

 

> parrying lives that break thru the nothing

 

> to play hide and seek,

 

> and suddenly go home,

 

> back,

 

> like the world never knew them.

 

>

 

> The galaxy forgets some worlds,

 

> foriegn and forgotten

 

> as last year's mosquitoes.

 

> and up the channels comes the tears

 

> to cool the insane heat

 

> of the eaters and the eaten.

 

>

 

> The creator/destroyers strut their stuff

 

> for a while for the vampires

 

> till something better comes along,

 

> then they're gone gone really gone,

 

> just when they thought we all had a shot.

 

> But I know its not about that.

 

>

 

> Our weapons of magic are useless against

 

> ever victorious time.

 

>

 

> I can still remember my father saying,

 

> all you care about is yourself.

 

> And I wish I could have,

 

> in some ways,

 

> but eventually I have to look outward.

 

> I just lack balance.

 

>

 

>

 

>

 

 

 

--

 

aka Mu bong Lim

 

Father of Bhakti

 

 

 

The Four Reliances:

 

Do not rely upon the individual, but rely upon the teaching.

 

As far as teachings go, do not rely upon the words alone, but rely upon the

 

meaning that underlies them.

 

Regarding the meaning, do not rely upon the provisional meaning alone, but

 

rely upon the definitive meaning.

 

And regarding the definitive meaning, do not rely upon ordinary

 

consciousness, but rely upon wisdom awareness.

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

nice, John. extraordinary points to connect hands and feet to pure yang, du ren.

 

--- On Tue, 11/25/08, <johnkokko wrote:

<johnkokko

Re: Origins and supports of class structures in medieval Japan.

Chinese Medicine

Tuesday, November 25, 2008, 11:22 AM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KD 6, Lung 7 ... Inward reflection, inspiration

 

UB 62, SI 3 ....Lacking balance standing in face of the external world

 

 

 

I will be a lotus floating

 

with my head up to breathe

 

with my head down to drink

 

 

 

Kokko

 

 

 

On Mon, Nov 24, 2008 at 11:56 PM, ykcul_ritsym <ykcul_ritsym@ >wrote:

 

 

 

>

 

> Idle DNA, Hox Genes, Jumping Genes, mutation, _expression and

 

> suppression of inherited characteristics by various environmental

 

> modulation models, and the data supporting the conclusion that life

 

> comes from life, with updated cladistic diagrams showing the

 

> interrelation of species chains .

 

>

 

> How is it

 

> that in the spring,

 

> in this bottled up bonfire of desire

 

> that thrills us to the bone with want and connection

 

> that must be met and fed by nature

 

> with any optimism, any enthusiasm,

 

> any taker,

 

> I have to cry my eyes out.

 

>

 

> It just wells up and overflows

 

> what I see and feel.

 

> I know I've never been happier,

 

> yet my world is carved up

 

> like some hidden slaughterhouse diagram.

 

>

 

> The monsters are at the walls of the pure land.

 

>

 

> Spring is wood, so our biorythms reflect it

 

> with our liver and gallbladder channels

 

> and stored emotion and courage boiling over

 

> all of a sudden.

 

> Damn. shit hits the hot fan.

 

> Bugs dance in the hot breezes.

 

> Lava spews toward space.

 

>

 

> Both wood channels pass the eye

 

> and can release there

 

> all year long

 

> but he/she didn't get it,

 

> missed the little things,

 

> like autumn's sighing and reflection,

 

> getting the warm clothes out,

 

> and summer's sit-in-the-cool- rain,

 

> delicious fruits of the past harvest,

 

> grasshopper jumpin in the sun, first butterfly,

 

> pretending the status quo is good for us any more.

 

> Kind words.

 

> Joyful and wide-eyed hoping their luck holds.

 

> Smelling clouds of perfumed weeds

 

> and buying favorite blooms,

 

> a ga ga at the infinite sky

 

> and it's unfailing complex beauty.

 

>

 

> The pipers sing the anthem of Survival of the Fittest,

 

> as the powerful and weak both beat down the poor

 

> and secure themselves against any uprising.

 

> Who is this Fittest that suposedly survives?

 

> Nature watches a while,

 

> and lets a legend go here and there.

 

>

 

> So i find a little happy me

 

> in a dirty medicinal flower in the runoff

 

> of a road - my lotus.

 

>

 

> Amid all that happy diversion

 

> of spring cleaning with open windows,

 

> opening the cedar chests, beating of rugs,

 

> checking out the house's damage of brutal winter,

 

> glad the oil bill will go down.

 

>

 

> And with the noise of the mob's dreams,

 

> there's no rest.

 

> No rest for me today

 

> among the spinning spheres and suns that

 

> flash and fade in cool sun-glasses,

 

> parrying lives that break thru the nothing

 

> to play hide and seek,

 

> and suddenly go home,

 

> back,

 

> like the world never knew them.

 

>

 

> The galaxy forgets some worlds,

 

> foriegn and forgotten

 

> as last year's mosquitoes.

 

> and up the channels comes the tears

 

> to cool the insane heat

 

> of the eaters and the eaten.

 

>

 

> The creator/destroyers strut their stuff

 

> for a while for the vampires

 

> till something better comes along,

 

> then they're gone gone really gone,

 

> just when they thought we all had a shot.

 

> But I know its not about that.

 

>

 

> Our weapons of magic are useless against

 

> ever victorious time.

 

>

 

> I can still remember my father saying,

 

> all you care about is yourself.

 

> And I wish I could have,

 

> in some ways,

 

> but eventually I have to look outward.

 

> I just lack balance.

 

>

 

>

 

>

 

 

 

--

 

aka Mu bong Lim

 

Father of Bhakti

 

 

 

The Four Reliances:

 

Do not rely upon the individual, but rely upon the teaching.

 

As far as teachings go, do not rely upon the words alone, but rely upon the

 

meaning that underlies them.

 

Regarding the meaning, do not rely upon the provisional meaning alone, but

 

rely upon the definitive meaning.

 

And regarding the definitive meaning, do not rely upon ordinary

 

consciousness, but rely upon wisdom awareness.

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

(I meant) nice, John. extraordinary channel couple points to connect hands and

feet to pure yang, du ren. (you probably knew what I meant, but I wanted to get

the terminology accurate.)

 

--- On Wed, 11/26/08, mystir <ykcul_ritsym wrote:

mystir <ykcul_ritsym

Re: Origins and supports of class structures in medieval Japan.

Chinese Medicine

Wednesday, November 26, 2008, 12:47 AM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nice, John. extraordinary points to connect hands and feet to pure

yang, du ren.

 

 

 

--- On Tue, 11/25/08, <johnkokko (AT) gmail (DOT) com> wrote:

 

<johnkokko (AT) gmail (DOT) com>

 

Re: Origins and supports of class structures in medieval Japan.

 

 

 

Tuesday, November 25, 2008, 11:22 AM

 

 

 

KD 6, Lung 7 ... Inward reflection, inspiration

 

 

 

UB 62, SI 3 ....Lacking balance standing in face of the external world

 

 

 

I will be a lotus floating

 

 

 

with my head up to breathe

 

 

 

with my head down to drink

 

 

 

Kokko

 

 

 

On Mon, Nov 24, 2008 at 11:56 PM, ykcul_ritsym <ykcul_ritsym@ >wrote:

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> Idle DNA, Hox Genes, Jumping Genes, mutation, _expression and

 

 

 

> suppression of inherited characteristics by various environmental

 

 

 

> modulation models, and the data supporting the conclusion that life

 

 

 

> comes from life, with updated cladistic diagrams showing the

 

 

 

> interrelation of species chains .

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> How is it

 

 

 

> that in the spring,

 

 

 

> in this bottled up bonfire of desire

 

 

 

> that thrills us to the bone with want and connection

 

 

 

> that must be met and fed by nature

 

 

 

> with any optimism, any enthusiasm,

 

 

 

> any taker,

 

 

 

> I have to cry my eyes out.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> It just wells up and overflows

 

 

 

> what I see and feel.

 

 

 

> I know I've never been happier,

 

 

 

> yet my world is carved up

 

 

 

> like some hidden slaughterhouse diagram.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> The monsters are at the walls of the pure land.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> Spring is wood, so our biorythms reflect it

 

 

 

> with our liver and gallbladder channels

 

 

 

> and stored emotion and courage boiling over

 

 

 

> all of a sudden.

 

 

 

> Damn. shit hits the hot fan.

 

 

 

> Bugs dance in the hot breezes.

 

 

 

> Lava spews toward space.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> Both wood channels pass the eye

 

 

 

> and can release there

 

 

 

> all year long

 

 

 

> but he/she didn't get it,

 

 

 

> missed the little things,

 

 

 

> like autumn's sighing and reflection,

 

 

 

> getting the warm clothes out,

 

 

 

> and summer's sit-in-the-cool- rain,

 

 

 

> delicious fruits of the past harvest,

 

 

 

> grasshopper jumpin in the sun, first butterfly,

 

 

 

> pretending the status quo is good for us any more.

 

 

 

> Kind words.

 

 

 

> Joyful and wide-eyed hoping their luck holds.

 

 

 

> Smelling clouds of perfumed weeds

 

 

 

> and buying favorite blooms,

 

 

 

> a ga ga at the infinite sky

 

 

 

> and it's unfailing complex beauty.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> The pipers sing the anthem of Survival of the Fittest,

 

 

 

> as the powerful and weak both beat down the poor

 

 

 

> and secure themselves against any uprising.

 

 

 

> Who is this Fittest that suposedly survives?

 

 

 

> Nature watches a while,

 

 

 

> and lets a legend go here and there.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> So i find a little happy me

 

 

 

> in a dirty medicinal flower in the runoff

 

 

 

> of a road - my lotus.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> Amid all that happy diversion

 

 

 

> of spring cleaning with open windows,

 

 

 

> opening the cedar chests, beating of rugs,

 

 

 

> checking out the house's damage of brutal winter,

 

 

 

> glad the oil bill will go down.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> And with the noise of the mob's dreams,

 

 

 

> there's no rest.

 

 

 

> No rest for me today

 

 

 

> among the spinning spheres and suns that

 

 

 

> flash and fade in cool sun-glasses,

 

 

 

> parrying lives that break thru the nothing

 

 

 

> to play hide and seek,

 

 

 

> and suddenly go home,

 

 

 

> back,

 

 

 

> like the world never knew them.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> The galaxy forgets some worlds,

 

 

 

> foriegn and forgotten

 

 

 

> as last year's mosquitoes.

 

 

 

> and up the channels comes the tears

 

 

 

> to cool the insane heat

 

 

 

> of the eaters and the eaten.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> The creator/destroyers strut their stuff

 

 

 

> for a while for the vampires

 

 

 

> till something better comes along,

 

 

 

> then they're gone gone really gone,

 

 

 

> just when they thought we all had a shot.

 

 

 

> But I know its not about that.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> Our weapons of magic are useless against

 

 

 

> ever victorious time.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

> I can still remember my father saying,

 

 

 

> all you care about is yourself.

 

 

 

> And I wish I could have,

 

 

 

> in some ways,

 

 

 

> but eventually I have to look outward.

 

 

 

> I just lack balance.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

--

 

 

 

aka Mu bong Lim

 

 

 

Father of Bhakti

 

 

 

The Four Reliances:

 

 

 

Do not rely upon the individual, but rely upon the teaching.

 

 

 

As far as teachings go, do not rely upon the words alone, but rely upon the

 

 

 

meaning that underlies them.

 

 

 

Regarding the meaning, do not rely upon the provisional meaning alone, but

 

 

 

rely upon the definitive meaning.

 

 

 

And regarding the definitive meaning, do not rely upon ordinary

 

 

 

consciousness, but rely upon wisdom awareness.