Monday, September 08, 2025

beyond the restrictions

“Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one’s heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations – there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.”Santōka Taneda

 1.

carry out the trash

smells fill the kitchen, carry

out smelly garbage


2.

what you think you think

does not make anything true 

makes it what you think


3.

old man, shopping cart

two bouquets of cut flowers,

reaches for butter

the subject of their speculations

 In prison this morning we spoke about Castor and Pollux,  

Castor[a] and Pollux[b] (or Polydeuces)[c] are twin half-brothers in Greek and Roman mythology, known together as the Dioscuri or Dioskouroi.[d]

Their mother was Leda, but they had different fathers; Castor was the mortal son of Tyndareus, the king of Sparta, while Pollux was the divine son of Zeus, who seduced Leda in the guise of a swan.[2] The pair are thus an example of heteropaternal superfecundation. Though accounts of their birth are varied, they are sometimes said to have been born from an egg, along with their twin sisters Helen of Troy and Clytemnestra. (Wikipedia)

In our hubris, we wondered if the Greeks actually believed the stories that have come down to us. (In the same way we wondered if the sweet Golden Retriever understood the baseball game she was taken to over the weekend.)

This evening I look into PHILO.

C H A P T E R I

HELLENISTIC JUDAISM AND PHILO 

 

I. HELLENISTIC JEWISH ATTITUDE TOWARD

GREEK RELIGION AND PHILOSOPHY 

 

WITH a single exception, none of the peoples who after the

conquests of Alexander began to participate in Greek philosophy

contributed anything radically new to it. All they did

was to master its teachings and furnish teachers. The Phoenician

population of Citium in Cyprus furnished Zeno, the

founder of Stoicism; Sidon furnished another Zeno, who

became the head of the Epicureans; Carthage furnished

Hasdrubal, who under the name of Clitomachus became the

head of the New Academy; the Hellenistic population of

Ascalon in Palestine furnished another head of the New

Academy by the name of Antiochus; Tyre furnished Dio-

dorus, who became the head of the Peripatetic school; and

Apamea in Syria furnished Posidonius, who established a

Stoic school in Rhodes, the only Greek philosophic school

which flourished at that time outside of Athens. But all of

these, though coming from the new centers of Greek culture,

and perhaps also of non-Greek origin, were thoroughly Hel-

lenized, not only in language but also in religion, and they

appear on the scene of history as Greeks, carrying on the

traditions of Greek philosophers. The schools which they

came to preside over, and, in the case of Zeno, the new school

which he founded, were Greek schools, flourishing in the

ancient seat of Greek civilization. The gods, the myths, and

the religious and political institutions which as philosophers

they had occasion to take as the subject of their speculations

were all the same as those of their predecessors from Thales

to Aristotle.

(--opening chapter, PHILO, FOUNDATIONS OF RELIGIOUS PHILOSOPHYIN JUDAISM, CHRISTIANITY, and ISLAM,  by  H A R R Y  N A T H A N  A U S T R Y N  W O L F S O N , 1947)

Stories gather suspicions gleaned from imagination and shaped by dreams that arrive within consciousness when attention is diverted from full alacrity and slowly slumbers through foggy dusks forming creatures and explanations and narratives that take their own direction despite reasonable doubt or objection.

Hence, philosophy and theology. Hence mythology and fantastical speculation. 

On every street corner throughout history, someone smoking (whatever they are smoking) is asking the guy standing next to him (about whatever they are talking about) -- “Do you really believe that?” 

Wheeler, the sweet girl Golden Retriever, is settling into the lap of the great-haired lady who comes into the library to welcome her back with a handful of treats. 

The pacing and wandering resident who has come in and out of the room about ten times is also happy to see the service pup in training and stands still for a little bit.

Wheeler is in our story now. 

She goes over to her corner behind the librarian's desk (who is talking about Castor and Pollux) and curls into her readiness to slumber.

What story is she conjuring?

Which one are we?

Then it is time for the final circle.

we're inside something, but what

 Service dog brought back to prison this morning. Handler said she'd been to baseball game over weekend.

I wondered whether she knew it was a baseball game.

"Nah," said resident training person, "she just knew hotdog, loud noise, and many dozens of legs."

I asked him if the same might be true of us. Whether we have any idea whatsoever what game we are attending -- just that there's food, shoes, and others surrounding us.

He looked at me, nodded, and allowed as how that just might be the case.

We both looked at the dog, this time with a different curiosity.

nativité de la très sainte vierge

 happy birthday


did you know

you would carry


the unspoken word

into a long poem


without pronouncing

an errant syllable

Sunday, September 07, 2025

truth be told

 It doesn’t matter

If we like or dislike


What matters is

If what we like or dislike


Is able and free to go on

As what it is in itself


Free of our likes

Or dislikes

know no fear, know no grief

It is from the first millennium BCE.  

6. Those who see all creatures in themselves

And themselves in all creatures know no fear.

 

7. Those who see all creatures in themselves

And themselves in all creatures know no grief.

How can the multiplicity of life

Delude the one who sees its unity? 

 

(--from Isha Upanishad, Translation by Eknath Easwaran )

We’ve had a very long time to consider these issues and ponder the question asked.

How are we doing? 

you, all

I have


    loved




You all


    My life

fullness

Been thinking about corruption.

How things fall apart.

How, at core of things, there is care. But so hard to access.

What am I missing? 

 All this is full. All that is full. From fullness, fullness comes.

When fullness is taken from fullness, Fullness still remains.


OM Shanti Shanti Shanti 

 

(– Opening invocation to the Isha Upanishad)

 Watched Heather Cox Richardson and found her refreshing. Knowledge, intellect, insight. Might as well have accurate understanding rather than rabid emotion.

These people, while obnoxious and fear-mongering, cannot sustain their foundation-less footing.

Can they?