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Twisting the Rope Casadh an t'S·gсin This Is for Dorcas All chapter headings in this book are either titles of traditional dance pieces or quotations from traditional songs The headings from Chapters 5 and 6 are taken from "There was a Lady" as sung by Trэona NэDhomhnaill, "Da Mihi Manum" I learned from The Penny Whistle Book by Robin Williamson, "An Caoineadh na d'Tri Muire' I heard from Jim Duran, and most of the others I took from the book Irish Dance Tunes for All Harps 50 Jigs, Reels Hornpipes, Airs by Sylvia Woods I have no idea who first sang "The Foggy, Foggy Dew" for me I learned "The Bear Went Over the Mountain" from my mother The Santa Cruz, California, of the story has been geographically twisted (like a rope), to fit the needs of my plot It is possible that Trondur Patursson never gave a medallion to Pсdraig ╙ S·illeabhсin, as I have it, because Pсdraig is an imaginary character, while Patursson is not Thanks to Ngiao Marsh which is form is emptiness: That which is emptiness, formЕ Е all dharmas are marked with emptiness: They do not appear nor disappear, Are not Tainted nor pure, Do not increase nor decrease. Therefore, in emptiness, no form No feelings, perceptions, impulses, consciousness; No eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind; No color, no sound, no smell, no taste, no touch, no object of mind; No realm of eyes andЕ no realm of mind-consciousness; No ignorance and also no extinction of it. No old age and death And also no extinction of them. No suffering, no origination, no stopping, no path, No cognition and also no attainment With nothing to attainЕ GateЧgateЧparagateЧparasamgate! Bodhi! Svaha!* *"Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond O what an awakening All hail!" Taken from The Maha Prajna Paramita Hridaya Sutra, as used by San Francisco Zen Center. Off to California The blow rang through the motel room, freezing six of the seven people within it in midmotion. Theodore Poznan had a brush wet with nail polish in his left hand, |
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