The foundations of ethics is not in moral principles. Rather, it is an ontological issue.
We will come to understand the univocacy of existence.
That we are one another.
And if we come to grasp that revelation, something fantastic might emerge.
Love for oneself.
All of it.
meetingbrook has gone
idiorhythmic — each is
on their own unique
schedule — there is no practice
but haphazard quiet joy
Turns out ‘spooky action at a distance’ (cf Einstein) is a thing. It’s called Quantum Entanglement. Some folks just got Noble’d for their work on it.
Millimeter by millimeter we’re coming to see.
“When you change the way you
look at things, the things you
look at change.”
—Max Planck
Some Catholic friends are peeking behind dogma and doctrine and catching glimpse of energetic source made into doctrine and dogma, coming to suspect that the clothes you wear do not make you — they just make you appear in a particular way for a particular occasion. In this way, closets are where truth goes to alter its appearance.
Let’s clear up something else. Naked truth (as a physical metaphor) is not a mythic naked body. (Cf. Lord God asking Adam in Genesis, “Who told you you were naked?”—Gen.3:11)
Some feel that the human body without clothes is not a naked body. Rather, the body is one more covering of energetic source (let’s call it) masking, or making apparent that which is, in itself, non-visible.
No one, they say, has ever seen God. Only, we might say, appearances of God. And these are troubling occasions to try to verify.
God, they say, cannot be seen.
Nor heard.
Except in the most minuscule slice of imagination across a faded frequency of dilapidated radio tubes or rusted transistors off in the corner of a collapsed barn in northwest Nebraska.
We’re leery of those who claim to hear God speaking to them. What we hear is mostly egoism and narcissism cloaked in political Versace getups or Brooks Brothers haberdashery.
Look again.
Listen again.
See anything?
Hear anything?
Right there, that looking, that listening — that’s good stuff.
God is the looking and listening.
Dont look for God. Just look!
Don’t try to hear God. Just listen!
And…take naps!
Are we good?
You bet we are!
Small section of small
Practice plainsong doors and floors
Bells and tones sounding
So much holy silence bead
By bead echoing prayer
Where is the center
Of the universe? Each thing,
Each person resides
Generative center — one
Cosmos moving here to there
She thinks they are wrong
That Covid am I is me
(I’m going to nap now)
Leaves on ground yellow
Mountain brook's lethargic stay
Untumbled stones rest
beliefless, space/time —
network of relationships,
events create space
eventuates root ground
time not emergent, mere, there
The end of the rule
of law is no victory —
not for anyone
Something here to consider:
"I have learned that a man who counts himself a shepherd is not worthy to be a member of a flock." (-p.282, in novel, Haiku, by Andrew Vachss)
Somewhere, back a bit, the word "humility" had meaning one could feel.
It had something to do with earth;
—from humilis "lowly, humble," literally "on the ground," from humus "earth," from PIE root *dhghem-"earth." (Etymological Dictionary)
When earth was understood as lifeblood, heart path, and soul sanctity.
Can you remember?
Still attentive.
Angel of God
My guardian dear
To Whom God’s love
Commits me here
Ever this day
Be at my side
To light and guard
To rule and guide.
Amen
Still wondering.
For believers, the simplest explanation was that God was off attending some distant sector of the universe during the late thirties and early forties in Europe on planet earth.
For nonbelievers, god was a deluded dream held by delusional people delirious for some moral order in an otherwise insanely willful and chaotic display of human existence.
There’s a third possibility.
We have not clearly figured out what that possibility is. Not yet.
It has something to do with things becoming themselves, nothing other, a non-comparative aseity loosed from reliance from anything or any thought outside or other than itself.
Itself as a whole, unto.
Here is One —
Another Itself
A poet sends their poem.
Of course I reply:
A layer of ambiguous wrap
Cold is welcomed
It means wearing skullcap
Green draining from tired eyes
Watching shocked leaves
Out newly fixed kitchen window
Jewelweed drooping over septic chambers
Alone as any dying is, no longer
Caring to clear up anything
wfh/2oct2022
No reason not to.
Unless, of course, and until, a call is heard across a distance, "That's a wrap!"
Sitting with The US and the HOLOCAUST. on PBS.
The devastation that occurs when we fall into preferences — this is good, this is not good — these people are good, these people are not good.
The urge to act on our dualistic thinking.
The horror of preferential dichotomy, keep the preferred, eliminate the not-preferred,
Whenever a thought occurs,
Be aware of it,
As soon as you are aware of it,
It will vanish.
If you remain for a long period
Forgetful of objects,
You will naturally become unified.
This is the essential art of zazen.
—Dogen (1200-1253)
Dwelling in the landscape of all is well,
Letting each be each.
Loving what is here.
Let It Go – The
let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
golet them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to golet all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dearso comes love
E.E. Cummings (1894-1962)!
From: 100 Selected Poems
