Meetingbrook Dogen & Francis Hermitage Update
-- †What Yearns To
The face of the soul.
Some say a new reality emerges. It's called diaphaneity.
It means to show through, to be transparent. Like transparencies used on
overhead projectors for lecture presentations, one transparency is laid over
another and over others so that each one shows through with their particular
imprint to reveal a whole for all to see.
Seeing the evolution of events,
Keep to the source.
Fixing the attention internally,
Understand calamity and fortune
In the context of unity.
Sit unconscious of doing anything,
Walk unconscious of going anywhere.
- Lao tzu
The source is light. The activity is attention.
What concerns us about death? There is, of course, the sense we are losing
something, the familiar is disappearing, and we are uncertain -- we plain
don't know -- what, if anything, follows. Even for those with faith, life
after death is a dimensional leap of consciousness more easily speculated
about than part and parcel of confident experiential facticity. There's just
not much verifiable data. But then what's faith for if certainty presides?
You have been taught and you are firmly convinced that what looks
and tastes like bread and wine is not bread and wine but the body and
the blood of Christ. You know also how David referred to this long ago
when he sang: Bread gives strength to manís heart and makes his face
shine with the oil of gladness. Strengthen your heart, then, by receiving
this bread as spiritual bread, and bring joy to the face of your soul.
(From the Jerusalem Catecheses, Office of Readings, Easter Saturday)
This Easter Saturday a foggy chill rain in Maine. Even here, in the very
sentence written, you can have the name of a feast (Easter) a day of the
week (Saturday), an atmospheric condition (fog), a watery transfer from sky
to ground (rain), and a geographical locale (Maine) where, signs proclaim,
it is "The way life should be." Each of these distinct bits of
information, description, or wishful thinking are in themselves distinct
yet interconnected in portraying a picture of reality no one of them alone
Looking to the sea, it is a line
of unbroken mountains.
It is the sky.
It is the ground. There
we live, on it.
It is a mist
now tangent to another
quiet. Here the leaves
is the rock in evidence
What I come to do
is partial, partially kept.
(poem by Robert Creeley)
Bread is bread as wine is wine. Body is body as blood is blood. Jesus is
Jesus as Christ is Christ. The seeing-through of each is and as brings diaphaneity
and transparency revealing a picture no one could, isolated, convey.
The underlying reality of this existence might just be the conveyance of
what-is-called Father, through the Spirit-field of Itself, revealing what-is-called
Christ in-is-as each one of us, in-is-as each and every sentient being, elemental
matter, and nascent aspect of becoming.
For the time/being/becoming within which we experience in/is/as let us wander
through this curious new word as we wander to this Easter new reality.
This new reality dissolves the too much anger that hides, enclosed and incommunicado,
behind walls of not-supposed-to-feel-what-you-feel. As this new reality the
diaphanous feels its way through to the open. For too long stifled feeling
has suffered stiff compacting critical time-bomb status with igniting fuse
naked to both self or other spark.
All you say you want
to do to yourself you do
to someone else as yourself
and we sit between you
waiting for whatever will
be at last the real end of you.
(final stanzas from poem, ANGER, by Robert Creeley)
It is not certain that death is the real end of us. The "real end of
you" might be what yearns to be revealed through such seasons as Easter.
In is as: What is within is transformed as revealing diaphaneity. Source
is presence; Itself is field of conveyance; Light is evidence.
"Inisas" becomes a new meditation within a new reality. One could say
it has always been this very reality in which we dwell, only absent our awareness.
Throughout human history a rare few have seen and been enlightened with this
conveyance of light; these have tried to teach and embody what they have received
to pass on.
It is what we long to see. It is the joy that does not disperse.
For all who this day approach final breath in this dimension -- we pray --
as we do every day, for your conveyance to your source.
It is the face of your soul.
The context of unity.
and all who grace Meetingbrook
2April2005, Easter Saturday,
Day of John Paul IIís death.
Requiescat in Pace!