Tuesday, May 31, 2016

lacrima

Yes

Mozart's Requium in D minor at Camden Opera House yesterday, Memorial Day afternoon, was preceded by America the Beautiful.

 Down East Singers, musicians, conducted by Tony Antolini.

Bellissimo e profundo!

Monday, May 30, 2016

wit and winsome wisdom -- pray we learn to care for what is right in front of us.

re. Giant algae blob called ‘emergency’ for Camden pond, By Stephen Betts, BDN Staff, Posted May 29, 2016, at 3:17 p.m.
Gotta love the wit and winsome wisdom of comments section.
At issue here, as always, is how every commenter and reader is under thumb of the powerful and arrogant. In Camden it is managers of town and snow bowl. In United States it is war-entrepreneurs and thin-thougted enthusiasts demanding wars-for-profit and bodies-for-bullets to prop up in front of news coverage for nationalistic consumption.
There are always those who smugly think they know better and know how to cheer for private interests over common good.
This Memorial Day, what say we stop deployments, remember and pray for those dead and deadened by war, and figure out how to sideline the arrogance and idiocy of war as national pastime?
The dead from war are to be honored. The deadened from war, whether disillusioned veterans or illusional civilians, are to be helped through the terrible toll direct terror and fighting inflicts, or the numbing mindless indifference of the "it's not my problem" crowd. Wit and whimsy are poor substitutes for steady gaze and fierce compassion toward the work that remains to change minds and hearts from the glory of war to the (seemingly impossible to instantiate) love of life and earth and one another.
"What's wrong will always be wrong" said the poet Richard Hugo -- and I submit that what's right is each time created new.
It starts with cleaning up your own barn, back yard, junk room, algae'd pond, local town leader arrogance, state leader imperviousness, federal government patronization and pretentiousness. Finally, clearing up our own minds' cluttered beliefs that what matters most is power and winning, being number one and mocking anyone not inside our narrow and selective way of thinking.
We don't bury the dead and forget them. We remember them. We don’t walk away from polluted ponds, rivers, or oceans -- rather, we work together to revive a sense of belonging, belonging to the earth, your God, family, community, and, finally, belonging to yourself.
But we ought to bury the belief in my country right or wrong, water the ground with sorrow for offenses committed, and cultivate the soil for growth of awakened community.
And pray we learn to care for what is right in front of us.
May those killed in war rest in peace! May we preserve life in peace for the rest of our time on earth!

waking up, looking around

We remember
And pray for
All those dead
And deadened
By war --
This
Memorial Day

a time of defect and imperfection

Remember. So as not to forget.

The "Moving Wall" is in Thomaston. I've not gone to see it yet. It stands, this morning, in rain.

Vinny D's name is on it. I have his letters from Vietnam. My friend the left handed catcher on Brooklyn sandlots. 

I remember. His letters said he didn't want to hear complaints about how we lived in the States.  The people he saw in Vietnam had next to nothing. The contrast lit up his mind and broke his heart.

Then the news came home, and he didn't -- not alive -- a land mine.

We remember so as not to forget.

The way a people suffer.

The deaths of war.

The terrible cost.

The stupidity.

The flaw.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

seeing Christ is emerging

Corpus Christi, Yes --

The outer of the inner, the here of the beyond, the within of appearance.

The body of Christ is particular, singular, and historical. 

The Body of Christ is the whole of it, our commonality, the community sangha of each place in every time.

When, at communion, it is said "the body of Christ" -- these words are equally declarative, exclamatory, and interrogative. 

This is the body of Christ. This! This is the body of Christ!!! This? This, is the body of Christ?

Body is Christ -- this -- this is the thing, the mystery we do not understand.

To the question "What is Christ?" comes the answer "What is" is Christ. Everything seen. Everything appearing. As it is . Where it is. When we see it.

Yes, when we see it. There is an observatory aspect to Christ-reality.

It requires present seeing of its phenomenality. A seeing presencing that initiates reciprocal emergence of reality.

Christ is emergence. Not univocality, but reciprocality. There is no Christ without but for reciprocal recognition of Christ within one another and all manner of beings appearing in the world.

Hence, Christ is between us, or not at all.

The question "Do you believe in Christ?" is asking a much more simple, basic and profound question, namely, "Is there anything between us?"

(Not, "What separates us?" But "What is between us?")

Until and unless we come to see "what is" between us, we remain fragmented, separated, cut off from the really real reality longing to emerge from, into, as  this existence this place this time this being this revelation this liberation this no-other realization of complete creation accomplished in our presence.

The words "What is this" are equally declarative, exclamatory, interrogative, as well as evocative, and exhortatory.

These words are a spirituality unto itself, yes, unto Itself!

Combined with "body of Christ" the words "what is this" reveal themselves as a zen phenomenological aseity -- [aseity is defined as existence originating from and having no source other than itself] --
this seeing as itself between us between itself as seeing this.

Either way you look at it, we are not alone as long as Christ is, emerging.

My morning koan:

What                  Quid
is                         est
this ...                 haec ...

body        
of                       Corpus
Christ                  Christi

Saturday, May 28, 2016

what is there here

per = through; facere = to make or do

“The perfect man employs his mind as a mirror. It grasps nothing; it refuses nothing. It receives, but does not keep.” -Laozi

The "perfect" man or woman is one making their way through whatever arises before them.

They do through what is here.

There is no other place. One sees that to get from here to there is making oneself into what is there, that is, leaving no place to arrive at no other place, mirroring the merging and emerging as meeting places of an unbroken extension of mind, as unbroken mind extending itself where nothing is present and nothing is to be gained. 

In other words, where you are is what is there here.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Thursday, May 26, 2016

natural slant of soul looking

Yes

Listen! Can you hear it?
Every day, it seems, some verifiably intelligent person tells us that we don’t know what consciousness is. The nature of consciousness, they say, is an awesome mystery. It’s the ultimate hard problem. The current Wikipedia entry is typical: Consciousness “is the most mysterious aspect of our lives”; philosophers “have struggled to comprehend the nature of consciousness.” 
I find this odd because we know exactly what consciousness is — where by “consciousness” I mean what most people mean in this debate: experience of any kind whatever. It’s the most familiar thing there is, whether it’s experience of emotion, pain, understanding what someone is saying, seeing, hearing, touching, tasting or feeling. It is in fact the only thing in the universe whose ultimate intrinsic nature we can claim to know. It is utterly unmysterious. 
The nature of physical stuff, by contrast, is deeply mysterious, and physics grows stranger by the hour. (Richard Feynman’s remark about quantum theory — “I think I can safely say that nobody understands quantum mechanics” — seems as true as ever.) Or rather, more carefully: The nature of physical stuff is mysterious except insofar as consciousness is itself a form of physical stuff. This point, which is at first extremely startling, was well put by Bertrand Russell in the 1950s in his essay “Mind and Matter”: “We know nothing about the intrinsic quality of physical events,” he wrote, “except when these are mental events that we directly experience.” In having conscious experience, he claims, we learn something about the intrinsic nature of physical stuff, for conscious experience is itself a form of physical stuff. 
(--from, Consciousness Isn’t a Mystery. It’s Matter, by Galen Strawson, In New York Times) http://mobile.nytimes.com/2016/05/16/opinion/consciousness-isnt-a-mystery-its-matter.html
It is the sound of morning. Birds at edge of mountain. Sleeping dog growling in dream. Unmoving stillness of this room first day after submitting grades and becoming free to read again unrestrained.

The very physicality of civil twilight floating over dooryard as squirrel thoughts wake toward newly filled seed feeders near yew bush.
Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche, one of the great Tibetan Dzogchen masters of the last century, spoke frequently of recognizing the nature of mind—its empty, aware nature, free of any clinging to anything—for short moments many times. This can become a framework for understanding our own practice of letting go of craving: short moments, many times. As we do this, we learn to recognize and increasingly trust this place of ease.  
Although there are different methods, vocabularies, and even metaphysical descriptions for the nature of ultimate freedom among the various Buddhist traditions, there is one common understanding of what frees the mind: liberation through non-clinging. This phrase is found throughout the Pali discourses and also in many of the teachings of the great Tibetan lamas and Chinese and Japanese Zen masters.  
Patrul Rinpoche, a 19th-century wandering Dzogchen master of eastern Tibet, was much beloved by the ordinary Tibetans and known as “the enlightened vagabond.” He had some useful words about nonclinging in a teaching called “Advice from Me to Myself”:
Listen up, old bad-karma Patrul, 
You dweller-in-distraction. 

For ages now you’ve been
Beguiled, entranced, and fooled by appearances.
Are you aware of that? Are you?
Right this very instant, when you’re
Under the spell of mistaken perception
You’ve got to watch out.
Don’t let yourself get carried away by this fake 
and empty life.

Your mind is spinning around
About carrying out a lot of useless projects:
It’s a waste! Give it up!
Thinking about the hundred plans you want 
to accomplish,
With never enough time to finish them,
Just weighs down your mind.
You’re completely distracted
By all these projects, which never come to an end,
But keep spreading out more, like ripples in water.
Don’t be a fool: for once, just sit tight. . . . 

If you let go of everything—
Everything, everything
That’s the real point! 
(- from, The End of Suffering, by Joseph Goldstein)  
Consciousness, I imagine, is love's fate. Not either/or, but cohesive undifferentiation. Love is fate; fate is love. No evil intent. No manipulative overseer. The human mind without storytelling, rather, as untold experience not yet gathered into grammatical boxes.

People wonder what Christ or Buddha is. They wonder who God or their parents might really be. We wonder how the next insight might completely change our understanding of the very existence of morning, chickadee, and squirrel.


Or why we feel invited, no, compelled, to prayer within, mystical cohesion, mere affirmation and gratefulness.

The mythic sensibility of material sunlight whispering possibilities of spiritual inseparability one with another.

Morning.


Deus, in adjutorium meum intende; Domine, ad adjuvandum me festina
(God, come to my assistance; Lord, make haste to help me.) (--psalm 69:2)

The natural slant of soul looking toward its original expression.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Oh, he exclaimed

Words manipulate.

Music liberates.

Silence goes deeper than wherever within thought was bottom.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

es mir scheint

It's just that the way culture in contemporary media perseveration regurgitates the seeming idiocy of depleted values, feels remarkably uninspiring.

But that's just tiredness, I'm sure, talking.

I'm sure things are not as ridiculous as they seem.

kindness, alone

Birdsong. Trucks and cars busy going elsewhere. Fact is, there is nowhere else.
As Jesus was setting out on a journey, a man ran up, knelt down before him, and asked him, “Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?  ”Jesus answered him, “Why do you call me good? No one is good but God alone.    (--from  Mark 10:17-27)
How do we understand, No one is good but God alone?

What is God alone?

In back of church at morning prayer I sit solitude alone in silence. 

The women pray up in the front to Mary, Jesus, and "No one is good but God alone" mysticism.

There is a cusp when hermits wander into town between bouts of emptiness and doubt.

And pray, as seen, in wooden pews.

Prayer without belief, an existential arrival at phenomenal appearance, as profound as God alone.

There's nothing else, no matter what the form, no matter how absurd, than the practice of prayer, alone with others.

And eternal life?

That which drops mind and body into no time, no place, to be, with one another.

Adonai Echad.

Kindness.

Monday, May 23, 2016

preferring power to love

I know why there's so little love in the world.

Love is powerless.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

inner, outer, and beyond

The notion of the Trinity is hard to fathom. One God. Three Divine Persons. Not to be collapsed or confused with one another. Easy, right? No, not easy.

Before I die, you would think, I'd want to know deeper this teaching -- how distinct and different correlate with interwoven unity. I don't know.

I don't. 

No knowing makes things tolerable.

Like barking dog pleading for stick to be thrown.

A ceaseless investigation into our obtuse indifference and nondistinction. 

A riven disunity.

We three might never meet again.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

sepsis


We destroy a hospital. We call it a mistake. We say, “Sorry.” We think that makes things all better.

We are deluded.
“We started a fire, good effects.” ... 
“The investigation concluded that the personnel involved did not know they were striking a medical facility,” Gen. Joseph Votel, the head of the military’s Central Command, said at a news conference. “They were absolutely trying to do the right thing.”  
(--from, Doctors With Enemies: Did Afghan Forces Target the M.S.F. Hospital?)                                        http://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/22/magazine/doctors-with-enemies-did-afghan-forces-target-the-msf-hospital.html?rref=collection%2Fsectioncollection%2Fmagazine&action=click&contentCollection=magazine&region=rank&module=package&version=highlights&contentPlacement=2&pgtype=sectionfront&_r=0 
Yeah, the right thing. Shooting and bombing and killing. 
How disappointing that language is ruptured and septic from trying to force and fit the horrible into it.

Friday, May 20, 2016

What do you want to talk about

Truth is God. 

That's what Mohandas K. Gandhi held. 

Conscience is God. 

Who has ever seen God?

Truth be told, God has nothing to say.

A clear conscience needs no accusative.

Needing nothing else to say what's true.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

let him not think

All we can do is ask. With no expectation of response. So, we ask -- Where is God?
God is everywhere. He is immeasurably vast and yet everywhere he is close at hand, as he himself bears witness: I am a God close at hand, and not a God who is distant. It is not a God who is far away that we are seeking, since (if we deserve it) he is within us. For he lives in us as the soul lives in the body – if only we are healthy limbs of his, if we are dead to sin. Then indeed he lives within us, he who has said: And I will live in them and walk among them. If we are worthy for him to be in us then in truth he gives us life, makes us his living limbs. As St Paul says, In him we live and move and have our being. 
 Given his indescribable and incomprehensible essence, who will explore the Most High? Who can examine the depths of God? Who will take pride in knowing the infinite God who fills all things and surrounds all things, who pervades all things and transcends all things, who takes possession of all things but is not himself possessed by any thing? The infinite God whom no-one has seen as he is? Therefore let no-one try to penetrate the secrets of God, what he was, how he was, who he was. These things cannot be described, examined, explored. Simply – simply but strongly – believe that God is as God was, that God will be as God has always been, for God cannot be changed. 
So who is God? God is the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, one God. Do not demand to know more of God. Those who want to see into the depths must first consider the natural world, for knowledge of the Trinity is rightly compared to knowledge of the depths of the sea: as Ecclesiastes says, And the great depths, who shall fathom them? Just as the depths of the sea are invisible to human sight, so the godhead of the Trinity is beyond human sense and understanding. Thus, I say, if anyone wants to know what he should believe, let him not think that he will understand better through speech than through belief: if he does that, the wisdom of God will be further from him than before.                   (--from The Instruction of St Columbanus, abbot, The immeasurable depths of God),  Second Reading , Office of Readings, Thursday 19May2016) http://www.universalis.com/-400/readings.htm
Anything to say?

Nah.

You?

Nope. 

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

What do we make when we make ourselves known

I'm curious.

Does that remind you of anything?

Together we are the curiosity of life seeking to find itself in us.

Nice to know your (you're?) acquaintance.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

4:29 am

Yes,


First light.

First prayer.

First gratitude.

Monday, May 16, 2016

maybe, nothing opposite


The comforter, the Morman gentleman said, the Holy Ghost.

It was a good conversation.

When differences discuss themselves, something different emerges.

What's that?

Simple. What difference different?

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Showing ... up

I'm not one for parties. But I do love an ungathering wherein attendance is haphazard and a constant surprise.

Rohr writes:
In response to God's call, Moses quickly comes up with five objections: 1) "Who am I?" 2) "Who are you?" 3) "What if they do not believe me?" 4) "I stutter." 5) "Why not send someone else?" If it were not the classic biblical text, I would assume this exchange to be a cartoon in the New Yorker! In each case, God stays in the dialogue, answering Moses respectfully and even intimately, offering a promise of personal Presence and an ever-sustaining glimpse into who God is--Being Itself, Existence Itself, a nameless God beyond all names, a formless God previous to all forms, a liberator God who is utterly liberated. God asserts God's ultimate freedom from human attempts to capture God in concepts and words by saying, "I am who I am" (Exodus 3:14). Over the course of his story we see that Moses slowly absorbs this same daring freedom. 
(--Richard Rohr,  Face to Face Knowing, Sunday, May 15, 2016) 
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Maybe Pentecost is "an ever-sustaining glimpse into who God is -- Being Itself, Existence Itself, a nameless God beyond all names, a formless God previous to all forms, a liberator God who is utterly liberated."

Like reading Daniel Berrigan's America is Hard to Find (1972) for morning porch practice, forty four years later ready to hear what hung around so long waiting for audience.

My church attendance on Sundays is solitude and prayer in the quiet of hermitage.

(Weekdays are more intimate, in morning coastal masses, a more inquiring community of unarticulated attendance.)

And inasmuch as everyday is our birthday, I can skip the cake and candles, face 90° east, and allow sun rising birdsong and dew-cool breeze to chant liturgical devotion in this monastery of no-other.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

That's it

Looked at obituary of woman I once conversed with about Greek literature.

Then thought about my obituary. 

Decided to publish and get over with.
He once was. Now,
No more. Nothing
Much to think about
Being dead. Who
Knows. That's it.
I'm surprised daily to wake up and return to sleep. I don't know what the fuss is. Some time soon the pattern will interrupt. 

And that will be it.

Whatever 'it' is.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Not yet; still, here

God, it might be said, is the future.

Needleman writes:
To think about God is to the human soul what breathing is to the human body. 
I say to think about God, not necessarily to believe in God -- that may or may not may not come later. 
I say: to think about God. 
I clearly remember the moment something deep inside me started breathing for the first time. Something behind my thoughts and my desires and my fears, something behind my self, something behind “Jerry," which was and is my name, the name of me, from my earliest childhood. 
I can say this now, more than sixty years after my first conscious experience of this second breathing, this first breathing of the soul. 
(--from chapter one, My Father’s God, in What is God, by Jacob Needleman, c.2009)
Breathing, the act of creative intimacy.

Learning of which, we move toward the emergence of God.

Because, the thought arises, God is not yet.

Because the feeling is, what is emerging through each moment is the full reality of God as future now.

Not future time, but future us.

When unified, united as what God is becoming here -- what is becoming here, God.

Here is a hint

If you were to find truth, what would it look like?

Here's a hint: it would look just like this.

You've got to wonder why we don't see this.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

47th day

What the Mass says to me is there's a mystery to the relationship between words we say and things that occur.

Language reveals what is hidden inside words.

Breath.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

an unveiling shaking of head


From Monday morning New York Times briefing:

See something, say something? 
An economics professor said his flight from Philadelphia to Syracuse was delayed because a passenger thought the mathematical equations he was writing might be a sign he was a terrorist. 
Last month, a college student was removed from a flight after a passenger reported him for speaking Arabic.
Fear and ignorance are not only rife and real. They are the lifeblood of an unaware time and the people sleepwalking through the space time unveils.

what being is written

Poets attempt to word what they are.
Jesus said:  
I speak this in the world
so that they may share my joy completely.
I gave them your word, and the world hated them,
because they do not belong to the world
any more than I belong to the world.
I do not ask that you take them out of the world
but that you keep them from the Evil One.
They do not belong to the world
any more than I belong to the world.
Consecrate them in the truth.
Your word is truth.
so that they may share my joy completely.   I gave them your word, and the world hated them, because they do not belong to the world any more than I belong to the world. I do not ask that you take them out of the world but that you keep them from the Evil One. They do not belong to the world any more than I belong to the world. Consecrate them in the truth. Your word is truth.            (--from John 17)
Poets try to pronounce a world from within a world hard to hear and hard of hearing.
Better worlds (I suggest) are born,not made; and their birthdays are the birthdays of individuals. Let us pray always for individuals; never for worlds.          (--from i: six nonlectures, by e.e.cummings)
Poets come from that place where words come from.
A poet must never make a statement simply because it sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true. This does not mean, of course, that one can only appreciate a poet whose beliefs happen to coincide with one’s own. It does mean, whoever, that one must be convinced that the poet really believes what he says, however odd the belief may seem to oneself. 
What the poet has to convey is not “self-expression,” but a view of a reality common to all, seen from a unique perspective, which it is his duty as well as his pleasure to share with others. To small truths as well as great, St. Augustine’s words apply. 
“The truth is neither mine nor his nor another’s but belongs to us all whom Thou callest to partake of it, warning us terribly, not to account in private to ourselves, lest we be deprived of it.”
(--from A Certain World: A Commonplace Book, by W.H. Auden)
 Poetry stands mute before the ways the world divides the world against itself.
But the challenge is, most of the people who are passing through that system don't have the money either. So what we see is that people get assessed fines and fees, all of these fines and fees, they can't pay them, and that can end up driving them back into jail, which only increases the pressure on the jail system and the justice system overall and makes it more costly. So it's ultimately kind of a vicious circle. 
On traffic violations being a major driver of jail admissions       It was interesting, we just did some work in Oklahoma City, and we looked at just a week's worth of booking into the jail from the Oklahoma City Police Department, and fully a third of the people who were booked into jail were booked on traffic violations, and not DUI — everything but DUI, we took DUI out of the mix. We're talking about just violations — broken taillight, driving on a suspended license, failure to make a turn signal — most people got three or four of them, some of them had, again, warrants for not having paid other fines and fees, and that's sweeping them in.Seventy-five percent of the people in that one week of admissions were being booked into the jail for misdemeanors or lower. ... And only 5 percent of them were for any crimes against the person; in other words, not necessarily violent crimes, but maybe something involved hitting another person, etc. 
On the cost of being in jail       In addition to having to pay bail, they are assessed a cost for their housing, so it's as if they're in a hotel. ... There's a daily rate that they are responsible for. They will have to pay the cost of any lab tests associated with their case. They will have to pay the cost of drug testing.If they apply for a public defender, a lot of places actually have a fee. You have to actually pay money to apply for a public defender who you get because you can't afford to be represented.There are other costs — people get referred into programs, drug treatment programs, or they're required to be drug tested when they're out, they have to pay for those. They will often pay for the cost of probation supervision. 
On the irony of bail      The irony of bail is that its initial purpose was to make it possible for people to get out of jail, right? You couldn't be held in jail without a finding of guilt, or prior to a finding of guilt, without having an opportunity to get out. But the irony is that now bail really functions to hold people in. .... This means that if you have money to pay bail, you can get out no matter how dangerous you are, whereas if you are poor and all you've committed is a traffic violation, which is one of biggest drivers, frankly, of jail admissions in most places, you are going to sit in jail because $500 is a lot of money to you. 
On alternatives to bail    It seems remarkably simple, which is [that] one of the best ways of increasing the likelihood that people will show up to court once they're released is to send them a reminder. I think that's the first piece. A lot of people with community ties can be released without bail, and they will show up to court if you are providing reminders to do it.The other thing to remember is that, in fact, most people, the majority of people, do show up to court dates, and when people don't show up to court, this is not El Chapo sitting in the tunnels waiting for Sean Penn and the cameras to show up. These are people who live in the community, and the reasons why people don't show up to court are they can't get of work, they have child care agreements, they forgot the appointment, they never got proper notice of the appointment, the appointment was changed, their address was changed. And there are mechanisms that we can put in place that are actually focused on getting people back to court that don't necessarily involve bail.
(--from, Is America Engaged In A 'Vicious Circle' Of Jailing The Poor? 35:50, May 11, 20161:25 PM ETHeard on  Fresh Air   http://www.npr.org/2016/05/11/477547366/is-america-engaged-in-a-vicious-cycle-of-jailing-the-poor 
 Poetry is what being is written.

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

an awkward alignment

What is
Mine is yours
Yours is mine

Jesus sounds like a revolutionary radical outlining 21st century metamorphosis. A student wondered why he was not among the philosophers of education.

Gospel
John 17:1-11 
Jesus raised his eyes to heaven and said:
‘Father, the hour has come:
glorify your Son
so that your Son may glorify you;
and, through the power over all mankind that you have given him,
let him give eternal life to all those you have entrusted to him.
And eternal life is this:
to know you,
the only true God,
and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.
I have glorified you on earth
and finished the work that you gave me to do.
Now, Father, it is time for you to glorify me
with that glory I had with you
before ever the world was.
I have made your name known
to the men you took from the world to give me.
They were yours and you gave them to me,
and they have kept your word.
Now at last they know
that all you have given me comes indeed from you;
for I have given them the teaching you gave to me,
and they have truly accepted this, that I came from you,
and have believed that it was you who sent me.
I pray for them;
I am not praying for the world
but for those you have given me,
because they belong to you:
all I have is yours
and all you have is mine,
and in them I am glorified.
I am not in the world any longer,
but they are in the world,
and I am coming to you.’ 
(--reading at mass, Tuesday)
Perhaps Jesus was a Buddhist.

Before Buddha was I am was all there was, is, and will be.

Yoga -- union and unity is true reality.

Everything else is noise, name, and smoke.

Obscuring, as the poet said, heavenly light.

O so tedious the temerity and timorousness in tempest within tepid and tremulous souls!

Monday, May 09, 2016

etymologies change

The calligraphy given 20 years ago had three words, "God spoken here."

I always thought the emphasis was on first word.

Now I think it reads "God-spoken here." Emphasis on third word.  As in -- What kind of place is this? It is a God-spoken 'here.'

Sunday, May 08, 2016

long division; no more

A Tibetan monk once said that whatever we put our attention on, we mother.

At practice tonight we read from interview with Fr. Basili Girbau (d.2003), monk and hermit of Montserrat
Nowadays there is a great loss of religiosity, of religious feeling. Many people have turned their backs on religion. Why is this so? 
Well, we speak of everybody as if the world consists solely of ourselves, the people of Europe and America, when in fact there are many places in the world where there is much religiosity and much fervor, a great sense of God. Now, in the West this absence of religiosity is real. I think this is due, on the one hand, to the excessive value placed on material things, to comfort, to money, and, on the other hand, to the excessive value put upon the discursive capacity of rational intelligence without considering, truly considering,  the actual results. This leads to great intellectual and technical development that could bring about grand benefits but its results are as if in the hands of an irresponsible child. I refer, for example, to atomic energy, which has been used in a completely irrational manner to manufacture weapons. Fear of the enemy has led to an arming to the teeth, creating the potential for enormous destruction. Not very intelligent, eh? This is what happens when people live superficially, as they do today. Everything should be in proportion. There is no interior without exterior, no depths without surface, no surface without depths. What is terrible is to live on the surface without being aware of the depths, just as it would be terrible to be aware of the depths without being aware of the surface. Likewise, religion can be lived at a superficial level, for many barbarities have been committed in the name of religion. 
Do you think that religion needs to evolve? 
No, it needs to deepen. In religion nothing should evolve. What should evolve is people, who should discover their roots, the roots of the self, their origin, the source ... 
What should change in society in order for it to improve, to become more just? 
The heart of man. Nothing else. It's that simple. But it is so hard for most people, troubled by an almost insurmountable inertia. 
Can there be a spiritual renewal in the West? 
Yes, certainly. To the degree that men disillusion themselves. Disillusionment is a very positive thing. If one lives deluded, then disillusionment is a liberation. I recommend complete disillusionment, for everyone, for as a person becomes disillusioned so arises enlightenment. Disillusion in the positive sense, eh? In order to discover the negative of illusion and in order that what remains be real.
(--from, “Disillusionment is Positive”: Conversation with Basili Girbau, hermit of Montserrat, on Hermitary), http://www.hermitary.com/articles/interview.html
Attention must attend to everything.

Saturday, May 07, 2016

Let’s call this Invocation -- A Beginning Silence

There are some who say that our true language is SILENCE, that the language of God is SILENCE, a SILENCE that is intimate, compassionate, and deeply relational.

So I invite us — for 20 seconds — into SILENCE, into a conversation in the language of silence.
      
...   ...   ...

[Thank you]

The poet e.e.cummings (1894-1962) in his i: six non lectures said the following:
Better worlds (I suggest) are born,
not made; and their birthdays are 
the birthdays of individuals. Let us 
pray always for individuals; never
for worlds. 
(—e.e.cummings, in i & their son, NONLECTURE TWO, from i: six nonlectures, Harvard University Press, 1953. the Charles Eliot Norton lectures in poetry, delivered 1952)
As we call ourselves out into presence this afternoon, calling ourselves into this celebration, let’s 

keep in mind our earlier conversation and remember one thing, without a doubt, we share today, in

this place, and everyplace we find ourselves — the extraordinary realization — that we’ve been born 

— that we are here — that this day in ways we can hardly imagine — is our birthday — that each day 

is our first day — our beginning day.                

And so, here’s a prayer for today:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!          HAPPY BIRTHDAY!              HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  

...
(--for University College at Rockland, 7May2016)