We’re already doing what we love. We already
are what we love.
We know little. We suspect there’s much we
don’t know. But it's what we don't know we don't know that's most intriguing.
Not a clue. Not an inch closer to the far side of the edge of what we suspect
is the limit of possible knowledge.
One minute of sitting, one inch of Buddha.
Like lightning all thoughts come and pass.
Just once look into your mind-depths:
Nothing else has ever been.
- Manzan (1649 – 1709)
We don't know what we are doing. We have no idea why we've made it to our 8th
year at the harbor. No understanding why we sit in prison every other Friday
having each time the best conversations that can be had.
Some embryo nourishes itself within the glimpse each emits toward the other
around the table. No explaining. Mere re-presenting one in the other.
To conform one's will completely to the template of divine love is
a spiritual practice that [Jacob] Boehme refers to as "putting on
the body of Christ.
(p.39 in Love Is Stronger Than Death, The Mystical
Union of Two Souls, by Cynthia Bourgeault)
Second body? Mystical body? Embodiment? Who knows? Surely some know?
No. One. Knows.
Richard says keep it spiritual, not political.
He has separated and subtracted heaven from hell and called the remainder
Beware of gnawing the ideogram of nothingness:
Your teeth will crack.
Swallow it whole, and you’ve a treasure
Beyond the hope of Buddha and the Mind.
The east breeze fondles the horse’s ears:
How sweet the smell of plum.
- Karasumaru-Mitsuhiro (1579–1638)(dailyzen)
The time has come to re-unite and recover heaven and hell with earth.
Incarnation demands it. Enlightenment will have it no other way. Resurrection
concretizes the retrieval. Final liberation empties the distinctions and trinitizes
the reality of heaven/hell/earth in one's own bodily reality.
Every day bodies are deadened in Iraq. It becomes increasingly evident shortsighted
and narrow-thinking warmongers are bamboozling America and the world. The sorrow
is not only personal and particular for families and loved ones of those daily
killed; it is also devastating for the safety of the soul of clear-hearted
and clear-minded people everywhere.
The ideogram of nothingness sloppily drawn by the Bush administration is cracking
and rotting teeth.
The ideogram of nothingness treasured by mindful practitioners of clear seeing
is the integrity of authentic souls responding faithfully to what is right
there in front of them.
In other words, one and the same reality can be the damnation of some and the
salvation of others. So much depends on whether truth is how we scold each
other, or truth is how we hold each other. Scolders damn. Holders save.
And letting each go their own way -- held in prayer, not fear -- is how we
pass through the body of what is called God.
I am sorrowed by war. I am also sorrowed by arrogant unawareness posing as
Richard will have to wait. Heaven/hell/earth will not be separated in the name
of easing people quietly past the disturbing ugliness of war and posturing
pretense of patronizing power.
Instead, in the morning he Saskia and I will go into the prison to be with
each and everyone arriving at table for conversation. We might talk about the
threats of bodily harm by frustrated cowards sucker-punching someone's teeth
out. Or we might talk about the intense and beyond-death love between a monk
and a hermit-priest. Maybe we'll explore how science is replacing religion
in hosting our awareness of God. Who knows?
For this night, July's end is chilly. August brushes off its jacket.
How sweet the fragrance -- the silence of
We're losing the connection.
As Congress goes on vacation for a month I propose a vacation for our troops
How is it that officials in government go off to play and rest while men and
women in the military stare down bullets and grenades in Iraq?
Those who sent American forces into harms way should remain at their jobs until
our military is brought home.
The flowers, the maple leaves in autumn,
And the wintry snows covering
The field all white.
How beautiful they are
Each in its way!
I fear my attachments
Still did not go beyond
The sensuous, for I now
Know what Reality is.
- Daito Kokushi (1282-1334)
Who knows what Reality is? Who knows what is taking place?
Reality is what is taking place. No explanation, defense, or apology can do
anything to Reality but dress up or camouflage what is taking place.
These days I am attached to the suspicion we Americans are in a foreign country
shooting and killing citizens of that country because we feel that we can.
This suspicion suggests we are blindly following leaders who trample people's
lives to enact their political and ideological purposes.
At Tuesday Evening Conversation, reading a Buddhist Vipassana practitioner,
it occurs to me that at center there must be wholesome, fearless, and forgiving
Reality. "We" do not forgive. Rather "we" step out of the
way and allow forgiveness, i.e. Reality Itself, to take place. Our task is
to recognize whenever fractured, fearful, vengeful behavior is interfering
with the free expression of Reality.
It is not possible to replicate freedom using enslaving, eradicating behavior
as means –- means of murder and assassination. It is not patriotic to send
men and women to murder and maim citizens of another country in the name of
eradicating evil and demolishing terrorism. Terrorism has many costumes worn
by many ideologies.
What is taking place from the hands of our Executive Branch of government is
beginning to resemble something dark and dead. What this administration identifies
as evil falls prey to naked aggression and terrible killing of human beings
that resembles the evil so glibly denunciated.
Our "patriotic" reaction to the cruel criminal acts of 9/11 has been
to behave like war-crazed hornets throwing themselves madly against anything
perceived disturbing the security of the home nest.
We are retaliating without the safeguards of democracy and decency America
has traditionally come to demand in all aspects of American involvement with
its own and other people.
My attachment to my suspicions becomes more noticeable. A dull, flat, colorless
fear arises – one that suspicion detects is a goal of retaliatory justice.
I fear my attachments. I dislike my suspicions. Are we falling from the center?
Is the center beginning to crumble? Do unreflective and terrifying men loose
mere anarchy on the world?
Is the true center -- at heart of everything -- Reality?
If the center is Reality, this Reality is wholesome, fearless, and forgiving.
We must not allow fractured, fearful, vengeful men to break our connection
with our very heart, Reality Itself, and substitute falsity, lies, and invented
We must return to center. Detach from separating inventions. Face True Reality.
Not the invented, hijacked fears planted by twin-terrified actors -- criminal
Al-Qaeda, and retribution-minded U.S. administration.
We are being asked by Reality to see the many faces -- to recognize, love,
Recognize How beautiful they are / Each in its way!
Only connect. Sparkle green.
It is August and every time we breathe in
and out, every time we open eyes looking about, we see nothing excluded from
who and what we are.
This is what we love. Seeing no other, all
is love, is what we are.
, Sando , Cesco , Mu-ge , and
all who grace Meetingbrook