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Friday, July 03, 2009
Speculation is not seeing. It is guesswork. Don't guess. Just don't know.
You will see then thatEverything within mind cannot be known. Nothing there can be known. What then?
both your body and mind,
together with the mountains,
rivers, space, and earth
of the outward world,
are all within the
wonderful, illumined, and true Mind.
- Surangama Sutra
‘You believe because you can see me.Thomas presages "Seeing is believing." No-seeing is erroneously called faith. Nor is it the "certainty" many espouse.
Happy are those who have not seen and yet believe.’
(--from John 20: 24-29)
John might have seen it unclearly. Thomas wasn't about experience nor about seeing. Not even about believing.
Thomas sought his true name.
What is it?
God has no name And yet His Name becomes the final lesson that all things are one, and at this lesson does all learning end. All names are unified; all space is filled with truth's reflection. Every gap is closed, and separation healed. (--from Lesson 184, ACIM)It is a matter of 1 and 0. Open or closed.
Closed loop or open transcending spiral.
Thomas longed to be himself, face to face.
There is no out from inside. There is no in from outside.
There is only true mind.
Reflecting what is here.
• • • • •
Thursday, July 02, 2009
We danced to Credence Clearwater Revival's Have You Ever Seen the Rain, and Who'll Stop the Rain this morning while wrapping cookies and this evening after A Course in Miracles.
Singularly radiatingHeavy rain with thunder and lightning.
Is the wondrous Light;
Free is it from the bondage
Of matter and the senses.
Not bound by words and letters,
The Essence is nakedly exposed
In its pure eternity.
Never defiled is the Mind-nature;
It exists in perfection
From the very beginning.
By merely casting away your delusions
The Suchness of Buddhahood is realized.
- Seng Ts'an
What is God's name?
God's name is what is revealing and inviting Itself.
God is a pure no-thing,Flashing light across sky dark gray with fog and mist.
concealed in now and here:
the less you reach for him,
the more he will appear.
(-- Poem by Angelus Silesius, 1624-1677)
Cherry Blossoms and Butoh. The performance of soggy early July.
If God has no name, every word we pronounce tells us what God transcends.
• • • • •
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Forgive everything. Withhold nothing. Free the imprisoned self encircled by the ego. Forget tomorrow.
To practice the TaoIf we're going to ride a bicycle or an ox, ride well. Don't fall off unless you have to. Then fall well.
Is like defending the forbidden
Royal Palace under invasion.
Guard it closely with your life,
And fight for it with all your might!
Behold, if the freezing cold
Has not yet penetrated
To the core of your bones,
How can it be possible for you
To smell the fresh fragrance
Of the blooming plum blossom?
- Huang Po
Be careful, my child, in all you do, well-disciplined in all your behaviour. Do to no one what you would not want done to you. Give your bread to those who are hungry, and your clothes to those who are naked. Whatever you own in plenty, devote a proportion to almsgiving. Bless the Lord God in everything; beg him to guide your ways and bring your paths and purposes to their end.The sangha is all of it. Forget everything else and what is sought after appears of itself with no effort.
(--Tobit 4:14-15,16,19 )
Call it love. Or truth. Even wisdom compassion.
No one knows the rules of the game.
Not even that it is a game.
No.
One.
Saskia completes lobster cookies for the couple's wedding.
• • • • •
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
So it is.
Listening at mass this morning I hear the words "this" and "is" and "us."
Outwardly, all activities cease;There's not much need to travel anywhere away from home.
Inwardly, the mind stops its panting.
When one"s mind has become a wall,
Then he may begin to enter the Tao.
(--Bodhidharma)
ThisSitting in cabin reading book on zen, cat in loft, dog on rug, I stretch along zabuton leaning against zafu along wall. Fire in wood stove to singe dampness.
Us.
Thus
Theos.
Is
This
Us
Everything seems silly.
Except solitude.
• • • • •
Monday, June 29, 2009
It's little noted. Not this year. A mere afterthought.
13 years ago today we opened the bookshop/bakery by the harbor. Two months shy of today we moved out, losing our lease to a new owner of the building. That was long ago.
There is an adamantine Buddha NatureI begin to feel old. I feel like a mud-puddle after 9 days of rain.
Within the bodies of sentient beings.
Like the sun, it is essentially bright,
Perfect, and complete.
Although vast and limitless,
It is merely covered by the layered clouds
Of the five skandas.
Like a lamp inside a jar,
Its light shines nonetheless.
- Sutra of the Ten Stages
The cedar boardwalk to sliding door by bird feeder is built. The enormous stone placed between two 8' lengths is perfect. I strain my body transporting it from behind barn past muddy runoff.
We watch and listen to Chalmers Johnson Speaking Freely Vol.4. His words are stark and clear. The United States is in serious trouble trying to be a Military Empire and a Domestic Democracy. The latter is failing.
Sheep In Fog
by Sylvia Plath
The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,
Hooves, dolorous bells ----
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,
A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.
(--Poem by Sylvia Plath)Johnson feels it is just about too late.
Plath sees it her own way.
As for me -- at least the cedar boards are fragrant.
• • • • •
Sunday, June 28, 2009
• • • • •
Every mother and father, grandmother and grandfather, aunt and uncle, school-teacher and corner-sitting coffee drinker has possessed the sage understanding-without-comprehension whenever they responded to the question "Why?" with "Because!"
Morning sitting. Rokie and me. Fog and mist. Damp and stillness. Boardwalk complete. A long invitation to feet.
You always have the most of everything – of faith, of eloquence, of understanding, of keenness for any cause, and the biggest share of our affection – so we expect you to put the most into this work of mercy too. Remember how generous the Lord Jesus was: he was rich, but he became poor for your sake, to make you rich out of his poverty. This does not mean that to give relief to others you ought to make things difficult for yourselves: it is a question of balancing what happens to be your surplus now against their present need, and one day they may have something to spare that will supply your own need. That is how we strike a balance: as scripture says: The man who gathered much had none too much, the man who gathered little did not go short.At conversation on Friday Jay and O'a said the word "because" several times illustrating the answer often given to the question "Why?" when asked. The word was suddenly heard "Be Cause."
(--2 Corinthians 8:7,9,13-15)
There is no answer to the question "Why?".
There is only a response: "Be Cause!"
Nothing precedes "Why" --
There is only the invitation to "Be Cause" -- that is, originate what now happens with your asking. Become source. Be origin.
Get started.
Buddha, being originally "empty" and "without Form" takes the Form of the Thus-Come, whether as the simple Form of Buddha, as in sambbogakaya, or as the double Form of man-Buddha, and is revealed as such. Essentially this means an ekkenosis ("making oneself empty"), even though at first glance it may appear to be just the opposite. The transition from being without Form to being in Form means non-ego and Compassion, like a schoolmaster playing with the children. In any case, throughout the basic thought of Buddhology, especially in the Mahayana tradition, the concepts of emptiness , Compassion, and non-ego are seen to be inseparably connected. The Buddhist way of life as well as its way of thought are permeated with kenosis and ekkenosis. Tathagata is taken to mean both "Thus-Gone" as well as Thus-Come." The reason is easy to understand, since disclosure is here inseparable from keeping hidden, being without Form from being in Form, emptiness from Compassion. That is, taking Form means a self-determination, and self-determination means negation (or self-negation). Compassion means a self-negation, a "making oneself empty," as a disclosure of the original emptiness. Thus-Come always means Thus-Gone.This morning Rokie and I were cause for the meditation cabin.
(--footnote 4, p.288, from chapter 2: The Personal and the Impersonal in Religion, in Religion and Nothingness, by Keiji Nishitani c. 1982)
Red squirrels surround the house, barn, and cabin, chanting their morning psalms.
If we don't ask why, we'll never get started. If we do ask, we'd better get ready to get busy (or perhaps, get not-busy) with life.
Of course, there are always new questions -- it's what we do.
Like: "Why Be Cause?"
• • • • •
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Faith is nothing doing what is being done.
It is the response to the question: "What is the sight of God?"
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see GodThe sight of God is the seeing of what God is seeing.
Bodily health is a good thing, but what is truly blessed is not only to know how to keep one’s health but actually to be healthy. If someone praises health but then goes and eats food that makes him ill, what is the use to him, in his illness, of all his praise of health?
We need to look at the text we are considering in just the same way. It does not say that it is blessed to know something about the Lord God, but that it is blessed to have God within oneself. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
I do not think that this is simply intended to promise a direct vision of God if one purifies one’s soul. On the other hand, perhaps the magnificence of this saying is hinting at the same thing that is said more clearly to another audience: The kingdom of God is within you. That is, we are to understand that when we have purged our souls of every illusion and every disordered affection, we will see our own beauty as an image of the divine nature.
And it seems to me that the Word of God, in these few words, was saying something like this: In you there is a certain desire to contemplate what is truly good. But when you hear that God’s majesty is exalted high above the heavens, that his glory beyond comprehension, that his beauty is beyond description, that his very nature can neither be perceived nor be understood, do not fall into despair or think you can never have the sight that you desire.
So if, by love and right living, you wash off the filth that has become stuck to your heart, the divine beauty will shine forth in you. Think of iron, which at one moment is dark and tarnished and the next, once the rust has been scraped off, shines and glistens brightly in the sun. It is the same with the inner core of man, which the Lord calls the heart. It has been in damp and foul places and is covered in patches of rust; but once the rust has been scraped off, it will recover itself and once more resemble its archetype. And so it will be good, since what resembles the good must be good itself.
Therefore, whoever looks at himself sees in himself what he desires. And whoever is pure in heart is blessed because, seeing his own purity, he sees the archetype reflected in the image. If you see the sun in a mirror then you are not looking directly at the sky, but still you are seeing the sun just as much as someone who looks directly at it. In the same way, the Lord is saying, although you do not have the strength to withstand the direct sight of the great and inaccessible light of God, if you look within yourselves once you have returned to the grace of the image that was placed in you from the beginning, you will find in yourselves all that you seek.
For to be God is to be pure, to be free from weakness and passion, to be separated from all evil. If these things are all true of you then God is within you. If your thought is kept pure from evil habits, free from passion and weakness, separated from all stain, you are blessed because your vision is sharp and clear. You are able to see what is invisible to those who have not been purified. The eyes of your soul have been cleansed of material filth and through the purity of your heart you have a clear sight of the vision of blessedness. What is that vision? It is purity, sanctity, simplicity, and other reflections of the brightness of the Divine nature. It is the sight of God.
(--by St Gregory of Nyssa on the Beatitudes, form Office of Readings, Saturday of Week 12)
Only "no-one" can see God and live. Nothing else is real.
Be nothing else doing nothing else.
Faith is nothing doing what is being done.
• • • • •
Early cabin sitter drops off newspaper before leaving. Says gloomy weather will linger. Jokes that gloomy weather cheers us up. Tells after invitation to coffee there's another guest sitting in cabin. We, of course, are late for practice.
At the sound of the bellArjuna and Krishna dialogued during Friday Evening Conversation about no expectations. Then we (7 of us) argued the timetable, cost, workforce, and design of BookShed to take place opposite barn and Wohnkuche. No acrimony, just direct pummeling and slamming of our idiosyncrasies. Good enough interaction. This morning's guest said, no, not to buy 20x10 from shed-city (although they make a good product) but make it a community slugfest that will deepen the lore of the hermitage.
in the silent night,
I wake from my dream
in this dreamworld of ours.
Gazing at the reflection
of the moon in a clear pool,
I see, beyond my form, my real form.
- Kojisei
Buddhas and Patriarchs appeared on earth to teach the doctrine of prajna. The Sanskrit prajna means wisdom in Chinese. This wisdom is the Buddha-nature that we originally possess. It is also called Self-Mind or Self-Nature. This essence is originally undefiled, so it is called "clear and pure." It is originally without darkness, so it is called "bright." It is originally vast and all inclusive, so it is called "void and empty." It is originally without delusion, so it is called "the one truth." It is originally immutable, so it is called tathata. It is originally illuminating everywhere, so it is called "perfect enlightenment." It is originally calm and extinct, so it is called "nirvana."In prison Friday, two conversations: (Tao te Ching, 1st chapter; and, Phillis Wheatley 1753 – December 5, 1784.) When Stephen Mitchell's translation suggests that source is darkness, one of the men shuddered that his Christian mind had trouble with the association of devil and darkness.
- Han-shan Te-ch'ing (1546-1623)
1
The tao that can be told
is not the eternal Tao
The name that can be named
is not the eternal Name.
The unnamable is the eternally real.
Naming is the origin
of all particular things.
Free from desire, you realize the mystery.
Caught in desire, you see only the manifestations.
Yet mystery and manifestations
arise from the same source.
This source is called darkness.
Darkness within darkness.
The gateway to all understanding.(--Tao Te Ching, ,Written by Lao-tzu, From a translation by S. Mitchell)
It came round to the possibility that "darkness" might be understood as "not-knowing." This not-knowing precedes any notion of God, any idea called "devil." The biblical origins emerge from darkness, chaos, and the void. Perhaps the "don't-know mind" is the true source of wisdom manifesting in mystery throughout what we call 'creation.'
I really like that conversations happen here and there.
As spring changes into summer, this poem by by E. E. Cummings:
I really like that conversations happen here and there.
As spring changes into summer, this poem by by E. E. Cummings:
Spring is like a perhaps hand
III
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.
(Poem by by E. E. Cummings)
No need to break anything anymore. Everything is already broken within wholeness.
As itself.
Is.
Complete, alone, together.
Gateway.
• • • • •
Thursday, June 25, 2009
The shadow of the bambooTwo known entertainers die today.
Sweeps the stair
All night long.
Yet not a mote of dust is stirred.
The moon beams penetrate
To the bottom of the pool,
Yet in the water not a trace is left.
- Chikan Zenji
Sweep, sweep, sweep. How lovely the misty fog settling on board walk to cabin.
Living and dying -- we're in this together.
• • • • •
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Watched War Made Easy, documentary based on Norman Soloman's book. Journalist I.F. Stone wrote: "All governments are run by liars and nothing they say should be believed." This sums up the film. Investigative work, not blind obeisance, is needed.
It's about time -- war is. Something ought to be done about time.
Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.Walking Ragged Mountain this afternoon I say hello with each step to the deceased members of family and friends. I imagine they are right on the other side of time just as they were when they passed through. I say hello and ask how they are today. It is raining and ground is water-saturated in this time schema on the mountain.
--Ludwig Wittgenstein
Inscribed on the Wall of the Hut by the LakeWhen I want to visit the earth I step out my door.
If you want to be a mountain dweller,
No need to trek to India to find one.
I’ve got a thousand peaks
To pick from, right here in the lake.
Fragrant grasses, white clouds,
To hold me here.
What holds you there,
World dweller?
- Chiao Jan (730–799)
It is said John the Baptist knew in the womb his cousin Jesus. Might be fanciful story. But if it is true before birth, why not after death?
Hello John! How are you today?
• • • • •
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Neda is, or was, her name. Shot dead in Iran.
The sorry pattern of deteriorating mind that effects terror and revenge in the name of disintegrating categories of good and evil.
There's something unsatisfying about both omniscience and nescience. I respectfully want to disagree with a friend who wrote: "God does NOT know what is happening...God IS what is happening." Neither I nor God are able to word the disagreement.
The great path has no gates,This inability to word what is happening is the beginning recognition and orientation of mindfulness. As mindfulness deepens, the desire to find words for the ineffable diminishes in intensity. Maybe we really can't judge with any repute.
Thousands of roads enter it.
When you pass through this gateless gate
You walk freely between heaven and earth.
- Mumonkan
Jesus said to his disciples, ‘Do not judge, and you will not be judged; because the judgements you give are the judgements you will get, and the amount you measure out is the amount you will be given. Why do you observe the splinter in your brother’s eye and never notice the plank in your own? How dare you say to your brother, “Let me take the splinter out of your eye,” when all the time there is a plank in your own? Hypocrite! Take the plank out of your own eye first, and then you will see clearly enough to take the splinter out of your brother’s eye.’Maybe this is my body. Maybe this is my blood. This world. This moment. This inability to enter language so deeply there is no sound necessary. Only the touch and presence of what we call 'love.'
(Matthew 7:1-5 )
The world in which we live today and about whose suffering we know so much seems more than ever a world from which Christ has withdrawn himself. How can I believe that in this world we are constantly being prepared to receive the Spirit? Still I think this is exactly the message of hope. God has not withdrawn himself. He sent his Son to share our human condition and the Son sent us his Spirit to lead us into the intimacy of his divine life. It is in the midst of the chaotic suffering of humanity that the Holy Spirit, the Spirit of Love, makes himself visible. But can we recognize his presence?The thought of hope in the Holy Spirit doesn't satisfy.
(--pp.179-180, from The Genesee Diary, by Henri J.M. Nouwen)
The practice of being aware of what is taking place is all I can muster.
For now.
I mourn as those who mourn do.
These soggy rainy days.
• • • • •
I could just as easily not attend mass. The ritual is so familiar. I attend on weekday mornings when possible so as to sit between word and silence.
Upon the clatter of a broken tileWe complete three sections of boardwalk to meditation cabin.
All I had learned was at once forgotten.
Amending my nature is needless;
Pursuing the tasks of everyday life
I walk along the ancient path.
I am not disheartened in the mindless void.
Wherever I go I leave no footprint,
Walking without color or sound.
- Chikan Zenji
I never think I will awaken in the morning.
Going to sleep is the end of this thought.
• • • • •
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Maybe the outside world is a dream. Not what it seems. Real, but not what we think it is.
What does that make the inner world? When we awaken, is everything inside/out?
At Sunday Evening Conversation we read words about Thomas Berry. He died June first. Forty years ago I studied with him in his graduate class on the Bhagavad Gita. He seemed to my conditioned eyes to be an old man then. He lived forty years longer.
Moreover, in contrast to Descartes' concentration on rationalization [Giambattista] Vico [1668-1744] emphasized the poetic wisdom and creative imagination needed for the future.I fell into silence the last two days. Spring fell into summer. Rain has been falling three days and will continue for three more days.
In his study, Vico used large, sweeping categories to describe major historical periods since the time of Noah and the flood. Looking at human history from a macrophase perspective he identified three ages: the age of the gods, the age of the heroes, and the age of men. Corresponding to each age are different kinds of customs, laws, languages, arts, and economies embracing quite distinctive cultures. moreover, in each stage a different human faculty dominates, namely, sensation, imagination, and intellect.
In the first period, the age of the gods, a theocratic government supported by mythology prevails. In the second period, the age of the heroes, an aristocratic government dominates along with class conflict and slavery. In the third age, the age of men, democracies appear and the power of reason and human rights emerge. Vico sees this cycle as recurring at different points in human history as we move from myth to rationality and from savage to civilized states. In each of these periods the role of natural or poetic wisdom and intuition has been crucial in founding institutions which have given rise to the nations. Yet the movement through history is punctuated by disintegration and dissolution. Vico called these the periods of the "barbarism of reflection." In passing through such phases of entropy history moves toward a "creative barbarism of sense."
Vico's thought has clearly been seminal for Berry. This is evident in several respects: the sweeping periodization of history, the notion of the barbarism of reflection, and the poetic wisdom and creative imagination needed to sustain civilizations. With regard to periodization, Berry has defined four major ages in human history namely, the tribal shamanic, the traditional civilizational, the scientific technological, and the ecological or ecozoic age. He observes that we are currently moving into the ecozoic era which he feels will be characterized by a new understanding of human-earth. relations. Nonetheless, he acknowledges that we are in a period of severe cultural pathology with regard to our blind yet sophisticated technological assault on the earth. In other words, we are in a time of a "barbarism of reflection". Vicols description of people in the midst of such a barbarism is uncannily reminiscent of contemporary western societies:… such people, like so many beasts, have fallen into the custom of each man thinking only of his own private interests and have reached the extreme of delicacy, or better pride, in which like wild animals they bristle and lash out at the slightest displeasure. Thus no matter how great the throng and press of their bodies, they live like wild beasts in a deep solitude of spirit and will…(3)To extract ourselves from this cultural pathology of alienation from one another and destruction of the earth Berry calls for a New Story of the universe. By evoking such a deep poetic wisdom he feels we may be able to create a sustainable future. He calls for reinventing the human at the species level which implies moving from our cultural coding to recover our genetic coding of relatedness to the earth. By articulating a new mythic consciousness of our profound connectedness to the earth we may be able to reverse the self-destructive cultural tendencies we have put in motion with regard to the planet.
(--from Biography of Thomas Berry, by Mary Evelyn Tucker, Yale University, http://www.thomasberry.org/Biography/tucker-bio.html)
Silence is a country with no passport requirement.
Slip the border.
Stay a while.
Listen.
Well.
• • • • •
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Sacred Heart yesterday. Immaculate Heart today. Heart breaks. Not whole; not disintegrated. Just broken. Broken heart throughout.
Bend down and there it is:What is the idea of God? At Maine State Prison, D. says "Religion is that which screws up the idea of God."
No need to wrest it from others.
With the Way in complete agreement,
The mere touch of a hand is spring:
The way we come upon blooming flowers,
The way we see the year renew itself.
What comes this way will stay;
What is gotten by force will drain away.
A secluded person on an empty mountain,
While rain falls, picks some blades of duckweed.
Freely feeling the flash of dawn:
Leisurely, within the celestial balance.
- Ssu-k'ung T'u (837-908)
Not the idea we have about God. Rather, the idea of God. What is, then, the idea of God?
Are we?
The dialogue is familiar:
"Goodbye," he said.Drizzle is inaudible right now.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see clearly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have lavished on your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have lavished for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
(-- from Le Petit Prince, by Antoine De Saint-Exupery, 1943)
"Eidos" is the Greek term for what is seen -- the immutable genuine nature of a thing. http://www.philosophypages.com/dy/e.htm
Do we have any idea of the idea of God?
What is seen...as God is...seen?
Such intriguing stillness!
• • • • •
Friday, June 19, 2009
Rain speaks. Rain silences. Rain fills basement. Sump pump braves submersion. Water recedes.
How amazing, how amazing!Language speaks.
Hard to comprehend that
Nonsentient beings expound Dharma.
It simply cannot be heard with the ear,
But when sound is heard with the eye,
Then it is understood.
- Tung-shan (807-869)
Silence speaks.
Listen.
To both.
• • • • •
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday's Laura Soul-Friend Conversation came to focus on how we language our perceptions. There's a curious disintegration of discourse and nomenclature going on in the political and governmental arenas in the United States and around the world..
--"Ending War" now means increasing troops, munitions, and spending.Amos Wilder once wrote:
--"Protecting the Environment" now means giving polluters and ravagers ten more years to consider reducing their destruction of the earth.
--"Ending Abortion" now means killing doctors and attacking clinics.
--"Love Your Country" now means supporting whatever it does with regard to warfare, capitalism, medical insurance, or powerful corporations.
--"Get Out and Vote" now means believing that no matter how frustrated you are about the policies and direction of the leaders, it can be solved only at the voting booth every 2 or 4 years.
--"Change is Coming" now means wait 2 or 4 more years before acting on the belief that voting changes anything truly important.
--"We are a Christian Nation" now means that however and whatever anyone with a gun decides the Bible means to them, they are free to start a war, kill a doctor, deny science, let illness be God's judgment, and hope for the end of the world so that you can be with Jesus in some grand hereafter. {Read "Allah" and "Muslim" for other parts of the world.}
(-wfh)
Generations live in it (language) as a habitat in which they are born and die... The language of a people is its fate. Thus the poets or seers who purify the language of the tribe are truly world-makers. (--Amos Wilder, Early Christian Rhetoric)Thomas Merton once wrote that we need a new language of prayer.
This new language of prayer has to come out of something which transcends all our traditions, and comes out of the immediacy of love. (--in The Asian Journal of Thomas Merton (1975) Part One : Ceylon / November 29 - December 6)Watching the video from "Rethinking Afghanistan" by Robert Greenwald, (http://rethinkafghanistan.com/) is part of the maddening deterioration of language -- a version of "We'll free you by killing you." Far too much latitude is given to the language: "War is messy," and "Civilians, unfortunately, are accidentally injured."
We have to listen deeper for the new language.
Each of you has a pricelessSome would say that on a higher level God knows what is happening and no one can really be harmed.
Jewel in your own body.
It radiates light through your eyes,
Shining through the
Mountains, river, and earth.
It radiates light through your ears,
Taking in all sounds, good and bad.
It radiates light through
Your six senses day and night.
This is also called absorption in light.
You yourself do not recognize it,
But it is in your physical body,
Supporting it inside and out,
Not letting it tip over.
Even if you are carrying
A double load of rocks
Over a single-log bridge,
It still doesn’t let you fall over.
What is it?
If you seek in the slightest,
It cannot be seen.
- Ta-an (d.883)
My faith seems to falter at the belief that it doesn't matter what happens to people, the earth, animals, and this unusual thing we call "existence." I don't know how to respond to those who say it is all an illusion created by our mind's perceptions, and that if we change our perception, it's all good. Some say that in this illusion we call life, it doesn't matter one way or the other. I'm agnostic in the face of such statements.
I'll be nailing ceder shingles as I consider these matters.
It will be my meditation. My prayer.
My inhaling preparation for a language soon to arrive in some coming exhalation.
Until I am able to hear the wisdom residing in the gap between breath coming and going, I'll merely practice.
As breath arrives.
As breath departs.
This is my faith.
This, my fate.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Spring begins to run out. Metaphors are like that. They step in, stand for something beyond them, then step out. We're left with what has been pointed to, only without taking off shoes to stay for long.
Blue pines and green bamboosIt's time to walk away from snarling mockery. Leave that to the snarling mockers It's their job.
Shade my window,
Flowers smile,
Warblers sing by my hermitage.
As I climb the stone steps,
I see the strengths of cedars;
At the pure cool mountaintop,
Buddha is bright and vivid.
- Deiryu
June has grown full of itself.
We need a new language -- our fate depends on it, as does the prayer needed to face this fate.
The old thing is dead.
A new reality comes to breathe.
One breath at a time.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The thought of enlightenment has many names but they all refer to one and the same mind. Nagarjuna said, "The mind that fully sees into the uncertain world of birth and death is called the thought of enlightenment." Thus if we maintain this mind, this mind can become the thought of enlightenment.Don't think about it.
- Dogen (1200-1253)
Sip water.
Go to bed.
Amnesty International, meeting at hermitage tonight, graciously leave us a copy of Walk for Tibet 2009, Indiana to New York, about Jigme Norbu's 900 mile walk. Norbu's father , recently deceased, was the older brother of the Dalai Lama. "The walk was a son's tribute to his father, Norbu said." (Final line in book.)
Walk, don't think.
Sleep, don't think.
Swallow water.
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Monday, June 15, 2009
There's suspicion that not much is changing in Washington. Maybe that's par for the course. I never liked golf, golf metaphors, nor country clubs.
The universal body of realityNo teacher. No knowledge. No special understanding.
Is so subtle that you do not
Hear it when you deliberately listen for it,
And you do not see it when you look at it.
As for the pure knowledge
That has no teacher,
How can it be attained by thought or study?
- Huanglong
All that remains is the hard and disconcerting fact of learning.
Learning itself.
Forget change.
Instead, learn.
Begin there.
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
Hospitality, meditative prayer, and conversation are three types of practice.
The practice community is diverse and differentiated. The intention is unity, the purpose undifferentiated.
Attain the center of emptiness,If we see everything as an act of love, then every act, no matter its intent, is an act of love. Our eyes and heart ensure the transformation.
Preserve the utmost quiet;
As myriad things act in concert
I thereby observe the return.
Things flourish,
Then each returns to its root.
Returning to the root
Is called stillness:
Stillness is called return to Life,
Return to Life is called the constant;
Knowing the constant is called enlightenment.
- Tao-te Ching
Late spring rain drenches earth.
Dog gnaws bone.
My heart sets about to see as seeing should be.
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Saturday, June 13, 2009
Nailing cedar shingles. Picking up pile of lumber at contractors pickup.
Even if, bright as a flash of lightning,Midnight.
Death were to strike you today,
Be prepared to die without sorrow
Or regret, giving up attachment to
What you are leaving behind.
Without ever ceasing to recognize
The authentic view of the real,
Leave this life like the eagle
That soars into the blue sky.
- Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche (1910-1991)
I'm already dead. Nor have I ever been born.
D5, galvanized box nails. Five pounds of them.
Aspirations to Holy Spirit throughout.
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Friday, June 12, 2009
This is what you are.
The Course in Miracles says, "I am as God created me."
I Said To The Wanting-Creature Inside MeIt's not what is good or bad. It's what we choose to attend to. This is how the world comes to be what it is.
I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road.
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?
There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman.
There is no tow rope either, and no one to pull it.
There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!
And there is no body, and no mind!
Do you believe there is some place that will make the
soul less thirsty?
In that great absence you will find nothing.
Be strong then, and enter into your own body;
there you have a solid place for your feet.
Think about it carefully!
Don't go off somewhere else!
Kabir says this: just throw away all thoughts of
imaginary things,
and stand firm in that which you are.
(-Kabir)
What gets us into trouble is not what we don't know, it's what we know for sure that just ain't so.And if it ain't so, say it ain't so.
(Mark Twain)
And if so, say so.
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
Between word and silence is alert stillness.
Holiness is nothing other than the longing of wholeness to find and be itself.
Fearful of death, I walked in the mountains.Movement within stillness; stillness within movement.
By meditating on its uncertain hour,
I conquered the immortal bastion
Of the immutable.
Now I am far beyond fearing death.
- Milarepa
Alert stillness proceeds from this silence and this word.
Filioque of a Thursday morning.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
A woman writes: "...how unlike the words in obits we really are."
I tell her I'd have written as inclusion to Gene's obit the following:
He walked daily, for hours and hours on end. He made people nervousIt doesn't matter what we say. What matters is what shows.
because of how he looked. He talked of death often, very often, over
the years. When he learned of his cancer the topic of illness and
death became his sole interest.
He worried so much. He was obsessive in his routes and conversation.
He was wary of crowds and physical contact. His mind was seldom at
peace. He was one of us -- we the odd and idiorhythmic.
He'd call a neighbor of his on another street daily. He liked to
talk and keep him appraised of medical matters. The neighbor
listened and suggested, time to time, some action. It was seldom
taken. Only the worry. And the emergency room visits. A long, long,
history of emergency room visits for many, many, years.
Gene walked his routine right up to a week before cancer took his
body. Now, I imagine, his ghost walks the roads of Camden and
Rockport, even in the rain. That's what he did. He walked. A
measured lumbering gate.
He had people who were fond of him. And some who weren't.
Those of us who were fond of Gene will miss him. Not the
compulsions and obsessions, not the graphic medical details or the
reminder how difficult it is to be patient with difficult characters
-- but the Gene in and through and surrounding and embedded within
the being right in front of us. They say the difficulty with being
human is the task of accepting the whole package of our being/human
without the mental scalpel cutting away what we disapprove of in
ourselves and others.
When we cease the playacting of surgical dissection of one another,
we are left with the person-as-a-whole. Such presencing sorely tries
our mettle.
Gene belonged and struggled with his own presentiation -- a word
which means to make something present through transparency.
An unusual man! An unusual presence!
So are we all.
On our way through.
Like the torrent that rushes to the sea,There's no reason any more to be afraid. Not of anything.
Like the sun and the moon that glide towards
The western mountains,
Like the flight of days and nights,
Hours and seconds,
Human life passes inexorably
- Padmasambhava
Let this be included in my obit: He showed up, then left.
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Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Gene dies. I stop in to room 21. Another name on the door. I miss him by 19 hours.
A stick of incensecarries his memoryinto mountain -disappearance.
Clock ticks. Maher finishes trashing religion. Oatmeal cookies with chocolate are gone. Insanity sometimes wears God as disguise.
The conflict is between certainty and doubt. It is difficult to deal with both. Of the two, I prefer doubt. It is an unloaded gun.As a boy I studied literature,
But was too lazy to become a Confucian;
In my younger days I worked at Zen,
But got no Dharma worth handing down.
Now I've built a grass hut,
Act as custodian of a Shinto shrine,
Half a shrine, half a monk.
- Ryokan
To what end?Reading The Haunted Bookshop on porch of cabin -- the corncob smoking Mifflin. From years ago in wood box on porch, Sail Regular from Holland. The Cavendish fills half a bowl, a match, the memory of pipe smoke mixes with afternoon rain. Then, drifts up mountain, back into box for another six years.
To no end...
This life!
ThresholdI think God left religion long ago. God returned to the space between word and silence.
When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.
(Poem by Howard Nemerov)
No more to say; about to speak. A pleasant stillness bemused by explication.
Remaining as is.
Only this.
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Monday, June 08, 2009
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The book by Spanish philosopher Xavier Zubiri rises to the surface in my room after 20 years dialogue with dust.
For Zubiri, intellection and the entire process of intellective knowing is intimately linked to reality:Thomas B. Fowler, President, Xavier Zubiri Foundation of North America, writes in his Informal Introduction to the Philosophy of Xavier Zubiri, the following:By virtue of its formal nature, intellection is apprehension of reality in and by itself. This intellection...is in a radical sense an apprehension of the real which has its own characteristics...Intellection is formally direct apprehension of the real—not via representations nor images. It is an immediate apprehension of the real, not founded in inferences, reasoning processes, or anything of that nature. It is a unitary apprehension. The unity of these three moments is what makes what is apprehended to be apprehended in and by itself.(from, INTRODUCTION TO THE PHILOSOPHY OF XAVIER ZUBIRI (1898-1983), http://www.zubiri.org/intro.htm)
Man's access to GodWhen I first studied the philosophical discipline of Metaphysics over forty years ago, there was less I knew then than what I now know I do not know. That "reality" is beyond "being" intrigues.
If traditional metaphysical proofs of the existence of God are out, are there any routes available? Before we answer this question, Zubiri feels that we must do something akin to what we did in the case of our perception of reality: we must step back and reexamine the whole explanatory paradigm and its assumptions. Traditionally, theologians have approached God in a conceptual fashion, in which He is what Zubiri terms a "reality-object" more or less like you and me and rocks and other things of our experience, albeit it of some higher degree. Given this approach, all effort is inexorably concentrated on establishing ways of "demonstrating" God's existence. The main problem with such a paradigm is that it produces proofs which (1) fail to convince because they rely upon abstract metaphysical arguments with premises that are themselves difficult to establish; and (2) the God whose existence they purportedly demonstrate is far removed from the personal God of the Judeo-Christian-Islamic tradition and quite incapable of serving as the basis of a religion.
Zubiri thinks that this whole approach is too anthropomorphic. God is not a "reality-object", but what he terms a "reality-ground"-something to which we must be be "re-ligated", that is, re-connected. (This is much more in line with the approach of mystical thinkers). In contrast to the demonstrative ways of proving God's existence, which are purely idealistic (i.e, based on abstract reasoning), Zubiri proposes the way of religation, ultimately based on our experience of reality. Indeed, for Zubiri we are religated to reality since it imposes itself on us, and does so as something ultimate which both impels us and makes it possible for us to "create", so to speak, our lives. It is the experience of this imposition, of this power of the real, that is the experience of the ground of reality. And it is the fundamental experience which each man possesses whether a theist, an agnostic or an atheist. These latter three diverge with respect to intellectual discernment and volition when they confront this ground.
The theist finds in his experience of the ground an experience of God, a God not transcendent "to" things, but transcendent "in" things. Accordingly, to reach God one need not abandon the world (à la Buddhism), but to enter more into it, so as to reach its ground. This, of course, does not mean to live life in the fast lane, or become a hedonist, but to experience life deeply, in what may be termed the "spiritual" sense: reflection, love of other people and service to them, doing good, and so forth. God is ultimately the ground of things (including persons), and it is in his experience of them that man has the fundamental experience of God. Since man's life is a tapestry woven from his experience with and of things, and since this experience in turn is an experience of God, it follows that each man's life is in some respects a continuous experience of God. What does this mean? That no searching is necessary? That no spiritual life is required? That anyone's God is as good as anyone else's? No; those issues only arise at a subsequent stage, one which would be impossible without this one. What it does mean is that the real God of each person is not a concept or the outcome of some reasoning process, but something much deeper: the very life of man. In making or working out his own life, in configuring his own life, each man configures (or disfigures) God in himself, because the life of man, Zubiri concludes, is always and formally an "experience of God".
For the atheist, the power of the real is still there, and as an intellection, stands in need of some ground. The atheist does two things: he considers the power of the real only as a "fact", suppressing its other dimensions (etymologically 'a-theist' means 'not theist'). In this way he chooses to live a life which is sufficient unto itself; autosufficient, as Zubiri puts it, which means a life that is what it is, and how it is, and nothing else:
…the atheist formally surrenders to his own formal reality as unique and sufficient true personal reality. And it is in this surrender to himself as true that the faith of the atheist consists. The atheist understands himself as surrendered to himself and accepts himself as such. Therefore he makes a choice; atheism is no less a choice than theism.
The salient characteristic of atheism, then, is faith in oneself-or by extension, in a social class, human knowledge, mankind, or another similar surrogate.
This leaves agnosticism. Etymologically, the word means 'not knowing'; but as the experience of the power of the real is always present to the agnostic as well as to the theist and the atheist, its intellection still requires a ground-one which the agnostic searches for diligently but does not find. In Zubiri's own words:
…agnosticism is a frustrated intellective search. It is in this frustration where unknowability and ignorance of God take on their structure, where the suspension of faith occurs. But as ignorance, as unknowability, and as frustration, agnosticism is a strict form of intellective process which rests upon a real moment of reality known intellectively as such.
So the agnostic is someone who recognizes the need to find a ground for his experience of the power of the real, but has not accomplished his goal.
(from, Informal Introduction to the Philosophy of Xavier Zubiri, by Thomas B. Fowler, President, Xavier Zubiri Foundation of North America, http://www.zubiri.org/works/informalintro.htm
I listen to a congressional inquiry into the interrogation techniques used by US personnel with detainees. I listen to a supervisor with banking credit cards hold to his position that a written procedure trumps intelligent logic and reasoning. I listen to the mindless bigotry of partison political posturing. I try to hear any laughter well up through the absurdity and darkness of what passes as human discourse and information.
As for sitting in meditation, that is something which must include fits of ecstatic blissful laughter; brayings that will make you slump to the ground clutching your belly, and even after that passes and you struggle to your feet, will make you fall anew in further contortions of sidesplitting mirth.Tears accompany laughter.
(- Hakuin)
Laughter follows tears.
With sober silence, finally, I wonder about the Buddha, I wonder about the Christ.
And sit.
Wondering.
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Sunday, June 07, 2009
Tommy says Gene is at his last. I'll stop in at his hospital room in the morning. I'll step into his room. Greet him passing. Then step out. May he be happy, safe, and come to dwell in his true home!
Weary, I yearn for the forest and hills;Dalai Lama's nephew said some words at Amnesty International gathering at Congregational Church this afternoon. He walked from May 10 in Indiana to New York City. He spoke to people. He remembers Tibet. He asks others to remember.
Against my will, ten years have I spent
In the world of men.
Burning incense, I take leave of the assembly,
Shunning worldly affairs, I depart.
The mist invites me and
I know that it is time to rest.
Men of little talent are not
Guests fond of mountains.
Men of little virtue do not
Make companions for gathering leaves.
Should someone ask, "When will you come back?"
I would reply, "The white clouds and the green water
Are boundless and serene."
- Jiun (1718-1804)
Never forget:This is flower practice.
we walk on hell,
gazing at flowers.
(Poem, Never forget, by Kobayashi Issa, 1763 - 1828)
In the midst of frustration, anger, and deprivation -- a light shines through.
Tibet goes to the Chinese.
Faith goes to the heart.
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