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americanveda.com/ Buddhism and Vedanta-Yoga have interacted and overlapped intimately in the lives of American practitioners, many of whom have drawn liberally from both. Each has helped to legitimize the other, smoothing the way to mutual acceptance in the West. Their compatibility makes sense, given the Buddhism is part of Vedic legacy. Siddhartha Gautama, the man we call Buddha, was brought up in northern India and became classic renunciate – a yogi, if you will. He was a reformer, much as Jesus was a reformer of the Hebric tradition, and the religion that developed in his name stands in relation to Hinduism as Christianity does to Judaism. Also like Christianity, Buddhism entranced in foreign lands even as it faded in its place of origin. ~ Page 4 (Introduction) American Veda by Philip Goldberg

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"Someone painted pictures on my Windowpane last night -- Willow trees with trailing boughs And flowers, frosty white, .................. ~ - Helen Bayley Davis

Autumn moonlight-- a worm digs silently into the chestnut. ~ Matsuo Basho

“Children find everything in nothing, men find nothing in everything.” ― Giacomo Leopardi, Zibaldone di pensieri - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - www.degruyter.com/document/doi/10.1515/opphil-2020-0118/html HBM to you all and a Happy week too

HBM & Best wishes to all

A day so happy, Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden, Humming birds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I knew no one worth my envying him. Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot. To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me. In my body I felt no pain. When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails. "Gift" ~ Czeslaw Milosz

To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a grandfather dies. Then we row for years on the midsummer pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage, that began without harm, scatters into debris on the shore, and a friend from school drops cold on a rocky strand. If a new love carries us past middle age, our wife will die at her strongest and most beautiful. New women come and go. All go. The pretty lover who announces that she is temporary. The bold woman, middle-aged against our old age, sinks under an anxiety she cannot withstand. Another friend of decades estranges himself in words that pollute thirty years. Let us stifle under mud at the pond's edge and affirm that it is fitting and delicious to lose everything. "Affirmation" ~ Donald Hall