Saturday, February 17, 2018

meetingbrook described -- cosmotheandric campers

At morning practice, this arose, should anyone ask:

 Q: How do you describe meetingbrook hermitage?

A: We are Cosmotheandric Campers

Q: How's that?

A: Cosmotheandric* is a Raimon Panikkar term combining Cosmos, Theos, and Andros (universe/nature, divinity/God, beings/humanity). By an unseparated combining Panikkar is pointing to the new template of thought that must take into consideration all three aspects of the one reality permeating this existence. Undo focus on any one to the diminishment of either of the remaining two will result in continuation of fragmented, divided, deficient perpetuation of separation and discord.

Q: How does this apply to meetingbrook?

A: We wish to focus on visible cosmos, invisible divinity, and coming-to-see humankind.

Q: And "Campers"?

A: Campers stands for
contemplative 
and 
meditative 
practitioners -- 
engaging, 
recollecting, 
silenting.   
Q: Silenting?

A: As in quieting, stilling, and cultivating silence. (Not in the sense of silencing anyone -- but in the sense of creating an environment for listening and hearing the sound of what is, being, said.)

Q: Anything else?

 A: As cosmotheandric campers we wish to free, transform, perceive, and embody all that we find in creation, illusion, reality, and awakening (essentially the Bodhisattva Vows) and the two Great Commandments (inviting into love of God, wholeness, and neighbor).

We also note the character of such a worded designation as pointing to movement, impermanence, practice, ephemerality, diaphaneity, and peaceful presence -- qualities that allow a way through time and place encountered by everyone sharing this existence.

Q: Thanks...?

A: Yes, gratefulness, appreciation, and acceptance -- thanks, indeed!

...

* Cosmotheandric or theo-anthropo-cosmic (dimension)
“The cosmotheandric intuition is the totally integrated vision of the seamless fabric of the entire reality… the undivided consciousness of the totality” (The Cosmotheandric Experoence). 
“There are not three realities: God, Man, and the World; but neither is there one, whether God, Man or World. Reality is cosmotheandric. It is our way of looking that makes reality appear to us at times under one aspect, at times under another. God, Man, and World are, so to speak, in an intimate and constitutive collaboration to construct Reality, to make history advance, to continue creation: (The Triniity and the Religious Experience of man, London and New York 1975).  
 The cosmotheandric intuition expresses the all embracing indissoluble union, that constitutes all of Reality: the triple dimension of reality as a whole: cosmic-divine-human. The cosmotheandric intuition is the undivided awareness of the totality." What Panikkar proposes is to live so open to this triple dimension of reality, open to others, to the world, and to God that we might achieve harmonious communion with the all: the cosmotheandric reconciliation. It is a matter of an experience more mystical and ineffable than philosophic in the traditional sense, but it breaks the customary philosophico-theological molds. 
http://www.raimon-panikkar.org/english/gloss-cosmotheandric.html

Friday, February 16, 2018

haiku

it is about guns

it is, about, guns -- you see

they mostly kill, guns

Thursday, February 15, 2018

goodbye country, hello neighbor

There must be a belief there are too many young students in the United States.

It’s open season on them. AR-15s are for sale, weapon of war, to be owned and used by Americans who belief their freedom to shoot whomever and wherever they wish.

It is curious, isn’t it?

Some say it is our unique quest to discern what is right and what is wrong and act on our findings in each situation..

There is a moment when deliberation gives way to speech about our findings, when speech gives way to action, when actions intimately entwine our life with others’ lives.

Is it really about guns?

Or is it about who we are and what we wish to be with one another?

close the schools with your feet

Perhaps it is

time for

all parents

to stop sending

their children

to school

until sane

and responsible

gun legislation

is enacted.

unnouncing

no

words

reveal everything

unnouncing

nothing

near-

by

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

until I’m not

Sometimes depression and sadness is the only response.

And when we get tired of that response, we will overthrow the stupidity of automatic assault rifles encouraged and sold cheerfully by hucksters.

Until then, it’s depression.

And sorrow.

Let the official condolence politicos offer their prayers and somber statements about the aberration of mass school shootings.

About mental health.

About domestic terrorism.

About the better place that innocent children and youth go to be with their dead loved ones and welcoming deities.

I’ll just sit.

In silence.

Depressed.

And sorrowing.

Until I’m not.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

all I need is the air that I breathe

How do I pray?

You don’t.

Waddya mean?

You don’t pray. Prayer prays you.

Air is breath. Breath is God.

Each breath is God’s name in

and out of you.

Monday, February 12, 2018

on phone with Maryland

Faith is going on through the unknown.

Trust in God is the willingness to affirm reality as being what is here.

Each, an acceptance with compassion.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

a gift of god riding bike in cemetary

Once it was the Bible

Then one who would be Christ

Who was locked inside a church

Until a monk remembered scripture


Today it is the cosmos

It is mind that looks through it

Existence asks for nothing

Some bow to empty air


Some say we have no myth

To narratize under our feet

I sit with woman in hospital room

Telling stories of mountain street


There is no meaning to life going

Forward— only a bit of soil

Underfoot as turning body

Asks after someone, is hit, and dies

Saturday, February 10, 2018

and where it stops, no one knows

Love

makes the

world

go

          r          

 o                d

     u         n

      

they say they didn’t do it

men needing women

punching bags get white

house refuge apologist —

no apology 

champion-slips ragged mtn

rain on snow

tobogganers drip

saturday slide

Friday, February 09, 2018

showing up

In prison today

someone said “I love you”

meditation with bells

Thursday, February 08, 2018

origination, depend on it

This is because that is.

Wednesday, February 07, 2018

that’s not the answer

If I told you the story of the red stocking, would you have it?  (A koan my father asked repeatedly in a house on a Brooklyn street mid-century ago.)

of it

She wanted to know

what I believed

Nothing, I said

Nothing? Really — is that

what you believe?

No, I said.

I don’t believe

Nothing as well as

Anything

Think of it this

way —

Without belief

everything is exactly

what it is

as it is.

Ok, she said

I believe you

And nothing

came of it

Tuesday, February 06, 2018

more feeling less reason

The felt fact

of the experience

is always more

compelling than

the proposed

reason

for the fact.

Monday, February 05, 2018

day after

I’ve lived in Philadelphia

I’ve never lived in Boston or Massachusetts

Well, that’s over with

Sunday, February 04, 2018

about the game

I’m rooting for New England’s Maine to become part of Atlantic Canada’s time zone.

Let’s touch down in a kinder more civil field with much less bullying or roughing.

let’s meet for coffee and talk about this

How democracies die, explainedThe problems in American democracy run far deeper than Trump, by Ezra Klein, 2Feb2018, Vox

worth...keeping

Buddhism and Christianity meet in the realization of two words: whole, and, self.
Matthew 22:34-40 “But when the Pharisees had heard that he had put the Sadducees to silence, they were gathered together. 35 Then one of them, which was a lawyer, asked him a question, tempting him, and saying, 36 Master, which is the great Commandment in the law? 37 Jesus said unto him, You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. 38 This is the first and great commandment. 39 And the second is like unto it, You shall love your neighbour as thyself. 40 On these two commandments hang ALL the law and the prophets.
Whole heart.
Whole soul.
Whole mind.

Neighbor is yourself.
Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one.[b] You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates. (Deuteronomy 6:4-9)
And:
 17 “You shall not hate your brother in your heart, but you shall reason frankly with your neighbor, lest you incur sin because of him. 18 You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord. (Leviticus 19:17-18)
Whole Self.

What is the One that is called G-d?

Wholeness without division or separation.

Self/neighbor — no barrier, no other.

Until we realize the true nature of reality there is no self, no G-d.

When we realize the true nature of reality, there is no self, no G-d.

Between the two, there is only love (only Lord). And when there is love (only Lord), there is no two, no one.

Only this realization loving one and all. One is all. All is one.

These are good commandments.

Worth...keeping!

Saturday, February 03, 2018

and that is

Let me be

                      What

I am

carrying on

The breathing flowers

in front of Buddha’s hands

next to Madonna and child

photo of Thich Nhat Hanh

practice walking with monks

counter top broken incense

few remaining tea candles

waiting for new breath

wood matches at ready —

Once when breath carried

her body there were troubles

with divided mind at odds

with itself, so it seemed.

Now, no body, no mind apart

her breath drifts floral scent

over zafu and zabuton, along

shelves of books at meetingbrook

electric radiator and gas stove

glowing welcome for visitors

this cold morning; silence

breathing free of division

free to wander open door

to commingle all breathing

beings sound mind and sounding

body turning with recognition

midst all her familiars

for as long as there is breathing

we carry one another on

Friday, February 02, 2018

future tense

I can imagine a time to come when bullets will fly between trumpian loyalists and those angered by him.

Is what is wanted dissolution of government in favor of private wealth and business?

It will be a difficult time.

consequential segue

Candlemas, also known as the Feast of the Presentation of Our Lord Jesus and the Feast of the Purification of the Blessed Virgin Mary, is a Christian Holy Day commemorating the presentation of Jesus at the Temple. Wikipedia
Candlemas. “Candlemas commemorates the ritual purification of Mary, 40 days after the birth of her son Jesus. This day also marks the ritual presentation of the baby Jesus to God in the Temple at Jerusalem. ... The festival is called Candlemas beacuse this was the day that all the Church's candles for the year were blessed.”

Imbolc or Imbolg (/ɪˈmɒlɡ/ i-MOLG), also called (Saint) Brigid's Day (Irish: Lá Fhéile Bríde, Scottish Gaelic: Là Fhèill Brìghde, Manx: Laa'l Breeshey), is a Gaelic traditional festival marking the beginning of spring. ... For Christians, especially in Ireland, it is the feast day of Saint Brigid.
(Wikipedia)

In maine today we celebrate rain and smoosh and snow and wind. Gray dripping February drear. Even the
Prison says stay away; they are overrun with flu. It will be memo-day in DC when republicans will attempt to bring down the fbi and Justice dept so as to raise up the current president from wallow of illegality.

Time, they say, is running out.

What will follow once time has gone?

All in one place.

Without time everything aggregates in a single spot.

It is a contracting without extension, an inseparate aggregate without wholeness.

I cannot see around this trumpian perfection— all is him, and only him, as if some grotesque revelation were at hand.

Thursday, February 01, 2018

to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

This by William Stafford:

A Ritual to Read to Each Other

If you don't know the kind of person I am 
and I don't know the kind of person you are 
a pattern that others made may prevail in the
           world 
and following the wrong god home we may miss
           our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind, 
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break 
sending with shouts the horrible errors of
          childhood 
storming out to play through the broken dike.

And as elephants parade holding each
          elephant's tail, 
but if one wanders the circus won't find the
          park, 
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty 
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something
         shadowy, 
a remote important region in all who talk: 
though we could fool each other, we should
         consider—
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the
dark.


For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to
          sleep; 
the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe —
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

William Stafford, "A Ritual to Read to Each Other" from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 1998 by William Stafford.  

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

howling bitter air

A hundred plus miles through whiteout snow storm.

Then blueberry pie.

Machias reward.

Monday, January 29, 2018

we don’t put an end to anything

“Delusions are inexhaustible. I vow to transform them.” (One of four bodhisattva vows, per Upaya Zen Center)

At table Sunday Evening Practice someone wanted to think about that wording.

So, it seems, did Roshi Joan Halifax.

Here’s what she wrote.
The second vow begins “Delusions are inexhaustible”. I changed the second part of the vow. Originally it was “I vow to put an end to them”, but my experience as a woman and a Buddhist is that we don’t put an end to anything. When we work with our delusions, what does happen is that we transform them. We even discover wisdom in their corners. This wisdom is the hidden treasure that rewards our most fearless and diligent examination of our own delusions. Now we chant, “Delusions are inexhaustible. I vow to transform them.”
https://www.upaya.org/dox/You.pdf
Wisdom in the corners of delusions?

I vow to transform the corners of the seemingly delusional person in executive position of highest office of this increasingly sad country.

Sunday, January 28, 2018

being breathed

The breath.

When breathing stops,

does the breath go out and away?

Or does it go deep and hidden within?

Breath, the name of The unpronounceable One!

everyone you knew from back then is a success

Satchel Paige said

“Don’t look back” —

Good advice

(There’s nothing there).

He said:

“You win a few,

you lose a few.

Some get rained out.

But you got to dress

for all of them.” (SP)

Where’s my

Beret and

Walking stick

Allons

Marchez

Vers l’avant

There are

Elephants

Crossing a

Bridge of

Dreams

Saturday, January 27, 2018

fleet foxes, white winter hymnal

collating suffering

Two responses, two students:
1.
Just because one person is suffering doesn't mean two people have to suffer.” (CZ)
...
This is a good line. I agree with it. The sense I reflect on is that no one should have suffering forced on them by another. it is something we seem to do, namely, use our suffering to clobber others. Intentionally or unintentionally.
It makes me further reflect that — in ways I do not fully grasp — whenever anyone suffers, I too am part of their suffering, even if I am not being clobbered by it. It is this natural collation, one life shuffling through another's,  that fascinates me and keeps me wondering.
2.
 I truly believe I am 'self defined' by how I reflect the world around me.” (EC)
...
Yeah, I do too. 
In some ways it’s like a hall of mirrors —everywhere you look, there you are. 
When Flip Wilson’s Geraldine would say, “What you see is what you get!”— it seemed a simple statement. Reading your above line, it now seems to take on a different meaning, namely, what we see in the world, the way we see it, the way we allow ourselves to be tutored by what we see, then, that is what we become.
No longer is it a matter of “This is what I get to possess,” but rather, “This is what I will become.” The world we see is the world that we will live in. So, my consciousness is asking me, “What do you see?”

Friday, January 26, 2018

an ugliness looms

If Robert Mueller continues to be trashed by Trump and republicans in Congress, and a series of firings and pardons follow, what then?

Then, I suspect, a people’s court will convene and move on those who have attempted to overthrow our democratic representative republic and, in a series of state and regional jurisdictions predicated on the US constitution, decisions will be made to activate local juridical authority and mobilize local national guard to stand by to stand up to those intent on destroying the laws and values of the land.

There is, beyond the drama of a lawless executive and complicit sycophants, an antidote.

The people, by and large, are decent. They know right and wrong. They will not, ultimately, permit criminal lawless self centered looters to run roughshod over the land and the citizens.

Justice will prevail.

If those responsible for protecting the country fail, the people of the country will, on their own, rise up and demand fairness, decency, justice and removal of those violating the constitution.

In this regard, I am optimistic.

The Trumps and irresponsible minions surrounding him will be taken down and replaced by law abiding leadership intent on serving and protecting our country from all threats, foreign or domestic.

This eventuality requires a new alertness.

Awareness demands attention.

For which, we must pay.

And pray for justice.

And mercy.

God help us!

An ugliness looms.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

still?

Still!

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

will they help me to notice

This, from “Fragility and Repetition: On the Poetry of Robert Lowell,” by Katie Peterson, November 1, 2017, in American Poets:
The events of Lowell’s actual biography made him give up a sense that his life would be either healthy or straightforward. His imagination enabled him to create work that still matters to us, none of whose lives seem, at this point, to be easily recognizable as either. His poems about mental illness anticipate a twenty-first-century culture in which having a diagnosis has become as overstated and necessary as having a college degree. In the best of these, illness refuses to pigeonhole itself as a disability or dramatize itself as a privilege of the artist. “Notice,” from Day by Day, passes into the twenty-first century familiar to anyone who’s ever mistaken a medical professional for someone who can tell you the meaning of life:
The resident doctor said,
“We are not deep in ideas, imagination or enthusiasm—
how can we help you?”
I asked,
“These days of only poems and depression—
what can I do with them?
Will they help me to notice
what I cannot bear to look at?”
A poem like this doesn’t only anticipate a world in which no “normal” exists, either in psychological condition or in life plan: it imagines a world in which the idea of “the normal” has been almost forgotten. Nowhere is this understanding more moving than in Lowell’s treatment of his complicated family life, in NotebookFor Lizzie and Harriet, and especially The Dolphin, with his last two marriages braided together in time with children and stepchildren and across an ocean. Don’t we all wish we—or someone—could have planned our lives better? Lowell admits that feeling and lets it go. He stands vividly in the midst of experience, when all we’d thought we’d known demands to be known again. The final lines of “Notice” remind us how bravely Lowell stood in his own discomfort: “Then home—I can walk it blindfold. / But we must notice— / we are designed for the moment.”

This essay originally appeared in the Fall-Winter 2017 issue of American Poets, the biannual journal of the Academy of American Poets. Copyright © 2017 by the Academy of American Poets. https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/fragility-and-repetition-poetry-robert-lowell

out of darkness

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remembering Abbot Robert OCSO from Berryville Trappists

A year on since his death, I remember sitting in parlor across from Fr. Robert in the late 90’s when I stayed as guest in community. 

In our conversations he showed me a real monk — joy amid doubt, trust within discouragement, wisdom wandering edges of nescience. 

Reading James’ words reflects a clear black and white portrait.

My time with Robert and the community was sufficient to ease me into renewed life as hermit in the world and monastic in service to fellow and sister sannyasa in hospital, hospice, nursing home, prison, and house of prayer.

I remain fond of Robert, Benedict, Mark OCSO’s— each gone beyond — and all the Trappists met. 

Gassho!

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

echo

when it

is time

tell me

your name

and I

will tell

you mine