Saturday, March 07, 2015

vast, no, don't


It wasn't what Wu expected. This barbarian wasn't answering as he thought he might.

He said: Vast emptiness. Nothing holy. No merit.

When asked by Emperor Wu who he was, what he meant, what was to come -- Bodhidharma answered, Don't know. I don't know.

Hell, why did he come from the west?

Why do we stay east?

Friday, March 06, 2015

nugatory; who can finish the unfinishable


Jung wrote:

Ulysses is a book which pours along for seven hundred and thirty-five pages, a stream of time of seven hundred and thirty-five days which all consist in one single and senseless every day of Everyman, the completely irrelevant 16th day of June 1904, in Dublin — a day on which, in all truth, nothing happens. The stream beings in the void and ends in the void. Is all of this perhaps one single, immensely long and excessively complicated Strindbergian pronouncement upon the essence of human life, and one which, to the reader’s dismay, is never finished? Perhaps it does touch upon the essence of life; but quite certainly it touches upon life’s ten thousand surfaces and their hundred thousand color gradations. As far as my glance reaches, there are in those seven hundred and thirty-five pages no obvious repetitions and not a single hallowed island where the long-suffering reader may come to rest. There is not a single place where he can seat himself, drunk with memories, and from which he can happily consider the stretch of the road he has covered, be it one hundred pages or even less… But no! The pitiless and uninterrupted stream rolls by, and its velocity or precipitation grows in the last forty pages till it sweeps away even the marks of punctuation. It thus gives cruelest expressions to that emptiness which is both breath taking and stifling, which is under such tension, or is so filled to bursting, as to grow unbearable. This thoroughly hopeless emptiness is the dominant note of the whole book. It not only begins and ends in nothingness, but it consists of nothing but nothingness. It is all infernally nugatory."
(-- Carl Jung, writing about James Joyce's Ulysses,) 
Of course, this outrage over hopelessness and nothingness is only natural for a man who believed that “man cannot stand a meaningless life” and that “the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.”

Thursday, March 05, 2015

i-magi-nation


If a man becomes the language he speaks, who and what is he if he remains silent?

Word itself before language is unarticulated becoming.

Passing.

Movement.

Of.

Imagination.

no matter what (or better) never the less (Dan Berrigan)

Yes

We spoke

dialogic, dialectic

language

coming to word

carefully

with Lao Tzu

in class

last night

attending

Amos Wilder's

revelation, "The

language of

a people is

its fate."

Wondering

about

Source

visiting owl


Looking over


Snowy ground

Wednesday, March 04, 2015

feeling glance(d)


Don't record the dream. Just say there was a dream. Dreams are about you and what surrounds you composed by you with emotions as architects with camouflaged meaning coincidental with emergence.

In other words, life.

There was a brown paper bag. There was bed from center room of Brooklyn family house. There was a man who'd moved, it was said, to Long Island. There was a campground. A large cast of extras. Mixed themes. E-with us. Uncertainty.

In other words, life.
Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
Life is but a dream.

(--1852)
It is amazing there is any order.

A dream out of which some will awaken.

Into what?

That's another tale within another unknowing series of uncontrolled imaginings tucked behind a semblance of occurring facts comprised of melting images across a collapsing screen in a transparent landscape occupied by morphing shapes with partially recognized faces that shift and refashion in an infinitely dancing surrounding projection of mostly forgotten arising and falling phantasms interchangeable feeling glanced at by omnipresent gaze merely glimpsing periphery of one's circumferential assertion of being.

Until it is time for tea and toast.

Nullified void.

Residual remains.

Returning sleep.

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Ha! (postscript)

These days (actually just today) I hear the God response to Job 38:41 (https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job+38-41) differently. From the Advaita Vedanta point of view, God asks: 
Where were you? Have you ever given orders to the morning? Have you journeyed to the springs of the sea
or walked in the recesses of the deep? Have you entered the storehouses of the snow
    or seen the storehouses of the hail? Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades?
    Can you loosen Orion’s belt? etc etc...
I wonder if God is waiting for an answer from Job that is worthy of a new view of being, a new grasp of proper relationality? 
Perhaps Job is getting ready (in 2015) to respond to God: 
"As long as you were there, I was there. As long as you've done what you've done, I've done  it with you. As long as you are, I am!" 
Perhaps the bible is unfinished. 
Perhaps God smiles at Job’s audacious awakening! 

“Ha!” says God.

nowhere to be, found; not imitating the powerful nor following the rich


"They shall not enter into my rest." (Ps.95)

Is God rest?

And if we do not know God's way, we shall not rest?

Busy and busier we are busiest when we are way-less and ungenerous.

I was young and now I am old.

When will it be that we will will be home forever?

And finally resting in Rest's rest itself?

Nowhere to be, found.

Monday, March 02, 2015

no, I'll sit this dance out


The idea is disorded. Money value cannot be held in higher regard than life value.

Yet, that is the way of belief in capital. Money makes money. Life makes life. Our thinking has become unbalanced by the belief that money makes life and life makes money.

This is the source of suffering and misery.

Ill-health is the product of disorded thinking.

Our economic and social way of conducting human existence is doomed to fail with disastrous results. We will kill one another. We will not care. We will import and export cynicism, hatred, inequality, and violence.

Look at police killing the unfortunate. Only property is now valued. Life is expendable. Police protect property. People are the enemies of the propertied.

I know of no solution.

I know no resolution.

It is lent.

The desolate and dissolute wander our roads and sidewalks.  Desolation and dissolution hang heavy over the country.

The monk's words to cheer up, things are only going to get worse -- come back. 

We have only each other to pray for.

We can do nothing -- and that's what we should be doing.

never (the less)

Daniel Berrigan’s piece, “September 27, 1971,” has long captured my attention:
A Chinese ideogram
shows someone
standing
by his word.
Fidelity. Freedom
consequent
on the accepted
necessity of
walking where
one’s word
leads.
Wherever.
Hebrew prophets and
singers also
struck the theme;
bodies belong
where words
lead
though the com-
mon run of exper-
ience be
that stature
shrinks as
the word
inflates.
The synthesis;
no matter what (or
better) never                                                                                       the less.  
    (--Daniel Berrigan in, And the Risen Bread: Selected Poems, 1957-1997)
Other favorite names emerge in conversation:
William Carlos Williams first said “No ideas but in things,” and it’s no surprise that between Williams and Charles Olson—himself another pillar of the Black Mountain School, along with Eigner—was a mutual admiration for the imagistic projects of both. Around 1950, Olson spent eight months in Yucatan, where he did field work excavating Mayan ruins; it was here that he first encountered hieroglyphs, the ideogrammic qualities unlike anything his own language possessed. He was so struck by this non-alphabetic system of representation that he wrote a letter to Robert Creeley claiming that the approach “on its very face, is verse, the signs so clearly and densely chosen that, cut in stone, they retain the power of the objects of which they are the images.” 
 (6) man standing by word 
William’s quote gets to the heart of the ideogram: something pre-linguistic that captures what language tries to express but which it ends up muddling. Ginsberg makes reference to the Poundian ideogram when he writes “ChineseWritten Character for truth / defined as man standing by his word / Word picture: …” in his poem “Wichita Vortex Sutra.” In this sense, then, the poetic ideogram is a hail to return to the most atomic unit of all artworks: the perceptions of “truth” that precede their creation. Whether or not one “reads” or “looks at” a Chagall, as I mentioned earlier, makes no difference. 
(from The Kenyon Review, Of ideogrammar  by Andrew David King, February 28, 2012) https://www.kenyonreview.org/2012/02/ideogrammar/ 
... 
Note: (6) The Chinese ideogram Allen Ginsberg mentions in his poem, which Pound found attractive. A note next to the image reads: “Durable Speech (xìn, 信): man (rén, 人) standing by word (yán, 言).” 
(--from The Kenyon Review, Of ideogrammar, by Andrew David King, February 28, 2012)   https://www.kenyonreview.org/2012/02/ideogrammar/ 

Sunday, March 01, 2015

wobbly


     "There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past." ~George Carlin
first light

grows toward window --

Maine turns

to March

thanks February

for stepping off


Commentary: 
This has beneficial consequences for hermits who are nowhere occupying no place in no present. In this regard one steps off the path into a reformulating silence. It is the stillness of effortless contradiction that suggests no time to conform and no bridge to transform what becomes mere motionless movement disappearing into what word would be if its breathing vision could see its evanescent transparency.

Or, glossing:
Hermit transforms into what becomes mere motionless movement disappearing into word's empty breathing vision seeing evanescent transparency.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

mountain grooming through night


Yes

walking to merton retreat
snow squeaks underfoot

Yurt hermit close to frozen brook
must hear the gripping treads

on mountain the beeping groom,
In shed, soon, shikantaza

Friday, February 27, 2015

Opus justitiae pax


"I go back to an old Latin motto, opus justitiae pax: Peace is the work of justice," Hesburgh said in a 2001 interview. "We've known 20 percent of the people in the world have 80 percent of the goodies, which means the other 80 percent have to scrape by on 20 percent."

(--Rev. Theodore Hesburgh, former president of Notre Dame, who died yesterday at 97)

la la la la


There is a quiet of 4AM that endures. When each sound is prayer. When fulcrum of night balances, monks and nuns and spirits of longing hearts reside quietly with this teetering dark.
The Buddha presented a radical challenge to the way we see the world, both the world that was seen two millennia ago and the world that is seen today. What he taught is not different, it is not an alternative, it is the opposite. That the path that we think will lead us to happiness leads instead to sorrow. That what we believe is true is instead false. That what we imagine to be real is unreal. A certain value lies in remembering that challenge from time to time.
(- Donald S. Lopez, Jr., “The Scientific Buddha" Tricycle)
Getting wood from barn for embering stove, stepping out on squeaking snow, looking up at vast space whited with points of light, I think of recent discovery of black hole some 18 billion light years away. 

I am silenced...

Also,
Some 2,500 years after the lifetime of the historical Buddha, the following quotation about Buddhism was ascribed to Albert Einstein: “The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It should transcend a personal God and avoid dogmas and theology. Covering both the natural and the spiritual, it should be based on a religious sense arising from the experience of all things, natural and spiritual, as a meaningful unity. If there is any religion that would cope with modern scientific needs, it would be Buddhism.” This statement cannot be located in any of Einstein’s writings. But there is something about Buddhism, and about the Buddha, that caused someone to ascribe these words to Einstein. And since the time when Einstein didn’t say this, intimations of deep connections between Buddhism and science have continued, right up until today. In any given month, such publications as The New York Times and The Washington Post report on clinical studies investigating the affinity of Buddhism and science, particularly neurobiology. 
(--Lopez, ibid) 
The human body has +/- 50 trillion cells. That’s a big number. They put match to paper and twigs. They all cooperate to make toast in the morning.

 I am learning what prayer is.

Looking to sky, bowing to white dog on wohnkuche futon, trusting that embers with pass on their dying memory to cold and snowy split wood, I climb stairs with chitta-cat criss-crossing my feet, arriving here content that what has taken place has taken place at least with fledgling attention and gratefulness.

This attention and gratefulness for the billions and trillions of family members seems, for now, a wonder of passing appreciatory awareness that attends to itself in all directions at all times in all spheres with all expressions of  life-always-longing-after-light-and-love-alone. (la la la la.)

Music of spheres tuning up with stillness and silence.

The sonorous gaze of it!

Thursday, February 26, 2015

I’ll start. The art of farseeing.


From Analects of Confucius, Ch 12. 
Tsze-chang asked what constituted intelligence. The Master said, "He with whom neither slander that gradually soaks into the mind, nor statements that startle like a wound in the flesh, are successful may be called intelligent indeed. Yea, he with whom neither soaking slander, nor startling statements, are successful, may be called farseeing.”      http://www.analects.org/analectschaptertwelve.php
I realize more and more these days that this kind of intelligence is, actually, kindly. When the slander that enters my mind gets less and little attention, it gets quieter and shuts up. Consequentially, it doesn't (I can only hope) get put into statements that would cut and hurt another (and ultimately myself). 
.
This is the philosophical virtue of “Li":
Li is a companion virtue to jen in many respects - the other side of the same coin, so to speak. It is translated as "ritual" "propriety" or "etiquette." It is this dimension of Confucian philosophy and ethics that makes it "religious" more than anything else - the element of ritual..
Confucius was a conservative - he believed in tradition and in conserving and respecting tradition. Therefore, respect for rituals, traditional practices and conventional mores became important in his thought for restoring and maintaining order in society. And these rituals extend throughout all of life - the imperial palace, the marketplace, and the home.
http://www.world-religions-professor.com/jen.html
This is far-(seeing)-out!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

how much longer? you don't want to know


Nothing serious. Just an additional 6+".


I've been thinking about how I grow weary.

Sports, celebrities, politicians, media personalities, advertisements, the rubric of institutional public relation-speak, opinionating (even mine), imprecatory outbursts (condemning or prayerful), tone-deaf governance, and general overall prolific unawareness masquerading as principled stance.


Winter, it seems, is clouding my equanimity.

Thanks be to goodness there's only 15 more weeks of it.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

minus 14 degrees


It's February. 

Maine. 

And it's cold.

-14

wissen ganz nicht anderer


To think things through.

That's a way to approach philosophy. To think clearly, yes. To understand referential and logical analysis of data, detail & place before us. The ability to analyze, deduce, infer, and arrive at tentative conclusions open to revision and reconsideration.

Thinking, is this regard, means more than requisite analytic and dialectic elaboration. Thinking means seeing. Thinking means seeing through. Thinking means seeing things through in a manner that places the thinker near, around, within, and diaphaneously through the other side of the person, place, thought, or thing being looked at and divined.

Thinking as seeing is a contemplative act. It is an analytic exercise as well. The balance is vital.

Recognizing something or someone present as it is as they are is vital. Being able to ask into that present reality is also vital. This asking into is done and acted upon without objectifying what is there. It is a temporary disappearance into the situation and circumstance of the other as subject without an object, an inter-subjectivity encircling, permeating, and passing through what-is-there.

In this way, you might say, there is other, then there is no-other, and (once again) there is an-other seen and visited and celebrated as ganz nicht anderer (wholely or entirely no other).

Becoming entirely no other suggests a new being, one infused and suffused by a new presence that is a result of one being interpenetrating with another being. 

This is not a series of sequential beings connected to one another. This is a wholeness realizing a new wholeness in and through another wholeness. 

A distinction without separation.

To think things through is a process of knowing without dissecting that which is known. It is a morphological union of interbeing wherein two subjects occupy the same space for a time during which envisioning inspiration takes place as the moving action completes its quest.

This envisioning inspiration might be described as seeing and breathing as the other, or, no-other. 

It is the harmonization of theoria and praxis, theory and practice, seeing and doing, being and becoming, beginning and ending.

Perhaps it might be called, awkwardly, autodidallocism, self teaching/learning through others.

Or, more simply, wissen ganz nicht anderer, knowing wholly no other.

Is this why we are still not thinking?

rokpa snoozing under OM

Monday, February 23, 2015

we come to something

Wrestling with Raimon Panikkar at Sunday Evening Practice. Monday morning, he might not recognize his offspring.

God is yet to come.

History is a somersault. What we consider to have been in the past is actually up ahead. The mythic mind has linear time turning on itself.

Satan, Iblis, knows better than Reality/Being. He will not dishonor the Truth by honoring what Truth wishes him to honor. Like the rest of us, you and me, he thinks he knows better what the Other wants than does the Other Itself.

The Other's will is that there be no other, no hierarchy of praise and glory. All are to be glorified. All honored. All, distinctly, respected and praised and blessed.

Attached to ego we cannot see this.

Liberated and enlightened we know we are this. As Is, each and every being, creature, person, and thing.

All are of, in, with, for, and as, One Divine Reality.

Only in the ignorance of separation and division does there exist no-God, unequal persons, sinful acts, erroneous thinking, or belief some are more worthy than others.

What is true is what is here.

We are here.

Each appearing thing is here.

All sentient beings are here.

God is here.

Let us be here, as who and what we are, let us be here!

Yet-to-come is always and ever arriving.

And, as poet Theodore Roethke wrote, "Many arrivals make us live." 
      (--from his poem, "The Manifestation.) http://lineralucas.blogspot.com/2006/08/theodore-roethke-1908-1963.html

Glory!

Sunday, February 22, 2015

do we know how to approach new consciousness

Yes.

Let’s say: stillness silence seeing.

No rationalizing, no explanation, no busyness, no belief, no intentional conceptualizing.

Rather, mere being-there, mere unmoving mind, mere looking.

Simple clear and wise attentiveness.

As Richard, our fond farmer friend, used to ask: What’s the recipe for doing that?

Let’s say: stillness silence seeing.

Eh?