Thursday, November 21, 2024

monks, all is burning . . .

Looking over what I have been saying, surely I haven’t learned anything. 

In his early teachings, the Buddha identified “three poisons,” or three fires, or three negative qualities of the mind that cause most of our problems—and most of the problems in the world. The three poisons are: greed (raga, also translated as lust), hatred (dvesha, or anger), and delusion (moha, or ignorance). The three poisons are opposed by three wholesome, or positive attitudes essential to liberation: generosity (dana), lovingkindness (maitri, Pali: metta), and wisdom (prajna). Buddhist practice is directed toward the cultivation of these virtues and the reduction or destruction of the poisons; practitioners identify those thoughts that give rise to the three poisons and don’t dwell on them, while nurturing the thoughts that give rise to the three positive attitudes.

We don’t need to look far to see the three poisons at work. We see them every day in the news and in the streets, and if we pay attention, we can see them in our own mind and actions. The arising of these feelings may be outside our control—we don’t choose to be angry, for instance. But recognizing how greed, hatred, and delusion cause tremendous harm in the world can help us learn to manage them. Likewise, just as swallowing poison later causes sickness, nurturing these harmful attitudes leads to negative behaviors we will later regret.  

Though commonly referred to as poisons, the Buddha first introduced these mental attitudes as fires in the Fire Sermon (Adittapariyaya Sutta): “Monks, all is burning . . . Burning with what? Burning with the fire of lust, with the fire of hate, with the fire of delusion.” 

Fire is a central metaphor of Buddhism, typically as a negative quality of mind or consciousness. Putting out these fires is the goal of Buddhist practice. The word nirvana is derived from the extinguishing of fire. Sariputra, one of the Buddha’s chief disciples, was once asked, “What is nirvana?” He answered, “The destruction of greed, the destruction of anger, the destruction of delusion—this is nirvana.”

The three poisons are depicted at the center of the Wheel of Life (bhavachakra), a visual representation of the sorrows of samsara. Greed is depicted as a rooster, hatred as a snake, and delusion as a pig. Importantly, they literally feed off one another; each animal consuming the tail end of the other in a vicious cycle of delusion. The centrality of the three poisons demonstrates their role in powering the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth, the escape from which is nirvana.

(—from, What are the three poisons? (Greed, hatred, and delusion), in Tricycle)

Do I even know where my cushion is? (Voice asks)

Uh…?

Find it! Sit on it! Become antidote! 

incremental graffiti

 And accumulated dreck becomes our political refuse.

Water dripping ceaselessly
Will fill the four seas.
Specks of dust
Not wiped away
Will become the
Five mountains.

—Shih Wang Ming (6th c)

I understand that radical acceptance is an option.

I’d have to be able to not be comatose and receive help up off this cement slab.

dr freud blushes

 Polygluttonous

guitar grifter


Banana

Bible-lyrics


A cartoon

Clownish


Caricature invades 

America’s Id 

Wednesday, November 20, 2024

did you hear the one about

It does seem funny

that such a man

will be president

…again

a quiet soundtrack

Reading Bart Ehrman's book, Armageddon: What the Bible Really Says about the End, (c. 2023)

The dispute as to whether the Old Testament God was violent and vengeful but the New Testament God is not so. He wrestles with the subject matter of the Book of Revelation. He presents what is there, not what we think should or shouldn't be there.

So, too, care.

Boléro

BY KEITH LEONARD

From the kitchen, I catch the neighbor
cross the street to switch off my car’s interior lights.
He returns to his house without announcing the favor.
For the last three years, a friend has woken early
and walked the beach, combing for bottle caps
and frayed fishing line. She mentions this
only casually at lunch, after I’ve asked
what she did that morning.
Care has a quiet soundtrack: the sycamore’s
rustling leaves, your nails tracing my shoulder blades.
A melody that repeats—a bit like Ravel’s Boléro.
When it was first performed, a woman shouted,
Rubbish! from the balcony. She called Ravel
madman. I think I understand. I wish I didn’t.
I’ve been taught that art must have conflict,
that reason must meet resistance. 
 
Source: Poetry (December 2023) (for audio)

When I was involved with agencies of "care" I'd blithely say that "Care is being-with in everydayness."

I taught staff in agencies caring for the profoundly mentally disabled, those abandoned and neglected, those requiring alternative or special education, or those dependent and abused. We'd wrestle with "care" -- other-care, self-care, Care-itself. We'd use poetry, theater, psychology, philosophy, social science, and personality preferences.

Leonard is right. Always conflict. Always resistance.

In prison yesterday one of the men, while reading about mind and rationality, gaps in time and breath, put down the text and wondered whether those with Down Syndrome had anything to do with, what he called, (I think) "originary brain" in contrast to rational brain. He wondered if the sweetness and affection so often displayed on the part of a Down syndrome person was the consequence of some original state of wisdom that hides behind-below-beyond our typical exercise of knowledge, reason, logic, and calculation.

A compelling 

meditation:

non-resistance,

conflict-less

being-with

one an-other

as care

just might

be

sounding through

wednesday treatment plan

 these days

my heart

tells me

make no 

long-range

plans


not out

of lack 

of affection

but shortness

of time

remaining


so I walk Enso 

to spinnaker

he meets 'Dutch'

they play as I

talk to couple

off mountain run


one step at

a time

two stops for

brook sipping

back down

passed yurt


meditation 

cabin

book shed

into barn

perking coffee

English muffin


two cats

too early

for noon treat

the silent room

bird feeder filled

yellow finch

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

tiempo después del tiempo

Time is on our side —

Of course it is — on other

Side there is no time

κενότητα

 cross is empty

grave is empty


this empty mind

cannot compute


room is empty

words are empty


history is emptying

itself into narcissism


where a smiling fool

cashes in and out


meanwhile, emptiness

slays such nothingness

Monday, November 18, 2024

hic, haec, hoc

 It’s just a matter

Of which breath will be the last —

This or this or this

the mind comes from wisdom ... that’s how it is

In prison today, we read Beyond Time, (Finding the gaps between past, present, and future) by His Eminence the Seventh Dzogchen Rinpoche


 In it, this:

This gap may seem like a small seed of something greater, but it is very powerful. In that moment, you no longer believe your dualistic perceptions and gain a fleeting glimpse of an incredible peace that is beyond language. Clarity gives you that experience. From time to time, you will have spontaneous experiences of spaciousness and peace, but these spontaneous experiences happen only when you are resting in the gap, and there is no reason or purpose to them. That is Dzogchen practice. That is the experience of buddhanature. When your thoughts dissolve in that moment, wisdom can arise.

We have wisdom already, but we need the space to recognize it. The mind and wisdom always go together. We can take the example of smoke and fire to understand how this works. You know there is a fire when you can say, “I see smoke over there.” If there is smoke, there must be fire. In the same way, if there is a mind, there must be wisdom. There is no mind without wisdom. That’s very necessary to understand. Smoke comes from fire; fire never comes from smoke. Similarly, the mind comes from wisdom. That’s how it is.

You have wisdom within you, but it can’t lead if you don’t concentrate the mind. Only ignorance will lead you. You need to minimize the thoughts and stress in your mind so that it becomes very clear, like a cloudless sky. When the mind is free of thoughts, it has a lot of space and peace. That is how wisdom and concentration go together. Wisdom is there, but if you don’t concentrate, wisdom will not be able to lead you. Your meditation is perfect when wisdom can lead. When mind is leading you, you are a sentient being. When mind is resting, you are a buddha. You experience that moment of resting in the gap. That moment is enlightenment.

(--in Tricycle, Winter 2024) 

Timeless time.

"Still" time.

Just sitting around a table.

In conversation.

out, out, jettisoning scupper

                            (for J.E.)


his hands on boats

but his mind

went two places

at same time


the rowing lady

writes to say

he died last week

in ICU


heart, she thought --

how he'd stretch out

on wooden bench

by fireplace in shop


his demons lean by

scupper, lines arrayed 

on deck, he wends, 

sliding them overboard

Sunday, November 17, 2024

not yet

looking at 

local

obituaries


not seeing 

my 

name


eat 

pretzel sip 

water

light and love

As Saskia sat in vigil for friend who died in Massachusetts.

Outside window, in upper right corner, the full moon.

dele iniquitátem meam.

           

When I pray, and I do, to whom or what do I pray?

Let’s say, God.

And what is this “God” ?

I’m not sure.

“God” might be Being. God might be Life. God might be the very Inward Reality of each Millimeter of this Cosmos wherein I dwell.

That from which I will (often enough) try to step out and aside from, from time to time.

Of course, you might ask, where can you possibly go?

 Перешагни, transgresser, überschreiten (i.e. transgress, step over). The attempt to egress the Reality wherein we live and breathe and have our being.

But, you might ask, how is that possible and still remain in existence?

Now…now…you are praying.


… 

Psalm 50
Miserére mei, Deus, * secúndum magnam misericórdiam tuam; Et secúndum multitúdinem miseratiónum tuárum, * dele iniquitátem meam.
Amplius lava me ab iniquitáte mea: * et a peccáto meo munda me;
Quóniam iniquitátem meam ego cognósco: * et peccátum meum contra me est semper.
Tibi soli peccávi, et malum coram te feci: * ut iustificéris in sermónibus tuis, et vincas cum iudicáris.    
Have mercy on me, O God, according to your great mercy,
And according to the extent of your goodness blot out my transgressions.
Wash me more and more from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.
For I acknowledge my trespasses, and my sin is ever before me.

 

Against you only have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight; I confess it, that you may be justified in your sentence and blameless in your judgment.

(—from psalm 50) 

The thing about prayer is the unknowing it engenders.

To engender is to cause to come into existence. A procreation of nescience.

This absence of knowing, this unknowing, is the beginning  of contemplation.

Contemplation is the residing with what-is coming into existence.

What-is.

Coming into.

Existence.

Some might see this as radical acceptance.

CapituleAp. 7, 12
Benedíctio, et cláritas, et sapiéntia, et gratiárum áctio, † honor, et virtus, et fortitúdo Deo nostro * in sæcula sæculórum. Amen.
R. Deo grátias.






After the last prayer, the monks add:
V. Dominus vobíscum.
R. And with your spirit.
V. Benedicámus Domino.
R. God bless you.
V. Fidélium ánimæ per misericórdiam Dei requiéscant in pace.
R. Amen.
V. Divínum auxílium máneat semper nobíscum.
A. Et cum frátribus nostris abséntibus. Amen.

Louange gloire, sagesse, action de grâces, honneur, puissance et force soient à notre Dieu pour les siècles des siècles. Amen.
R. Rendons grâces à Dieu.









V. The Lord be with you.
A. And with your mind.
V. Let us bless the Lord.
R. Let us give thanks to God.
V. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
R. Amen.
V. May divine help always remain with us.
R. And with our absent brothers [and sisters].Amen.