The morning has its own way.
"Minutis minuendis (in a smaller yet corresponding way), every person represents and symbolizes all of reality." (p.141, A Dwelling Place For Wisdom, By Raimundo Panikkar, c.1995)
Mutatis mutandis (only the necessary changes having been made) we appear together appearing in our difference.
I delay arriving at seiza bench to finish these words, a privilege of solitude. Yesterday it came over me (again) how what is needed is a deeper experience of the primal awareness at origin of the many spiritual traditions found throughout the world and time and history. Even the symbols and images, icons and antiphons, mudras and stillnesses, bows and prostratations, chants and processions, beads and benches, suras and sutras, huts and temples, cathedrals and poustinias -- all these are the breath of participation in the here-holy!
I have fallen in love with the presence of everything. Even those things alerted as not my preference, I am learning to affirm. 'Difference' is a valued guest over coffee or tea. We sit with each other, lending and borrowing insight and intuition amid harmony and discord.
We read a letter from an inmate friend disclosing crimes and categories of classification not until now shared after years of sitting together. Yes, this is his facticity; yes, this is my mit-zein. He sends a poem about children sleighing hill by the Androscoggin River, homage to children of Newtown Connecticut.
Cody is let out through the barn and Rokie is released from zendo to greet him. The big boisterous German Shepherd is a goofy gift following the death of his mistress, Erika. He is one of those 'differences' in my perspective.
This space is still chilly. The small stove will work all day and be ready for the Sunday morning Quakers who will sit warmly with silence.
The ending bells will soon chime. I only sat on seiza a brief spell -- such delight in change of routine -- this big chair, these words, the twisting plume of fragrance, the rumination.
The white Border Collie is back at door. He knows what time it is!
"Minutis minuendis (in a smaller yet corresponding way), every person represents and symbolizes all of reality." (p.141, A Dwelling Place For Wisdom, By Raimundo Panikkar, c.1995)
Mutatis mutandis (only the necessary changes having been made) we appear together appearing in our difference.
Christianity is convinced that it bears a message of integral salvation for Man and thus sees itself as the fullness of all religion and the perfection of each religion.Winter zendo is chilly. Snow falls surrounding. Rokie yawns, white on his white, in front of gas fireplace. Tibetan incense sifts up through holes in burner box. We are alone this morning. Our journey here is short -- out through barn, up short rise to Merton Retreat, around to door, to where we are, always here.
. . . It should be clear from the very beginning that the Christian attitude not only does not contradict the corresponding Hindu attitude, but elicits in it a homeomorphic way,* for, just as if I really love you I will have to allow you to love me, so if I want to communicate the best I have to you -- even if I want to convert you -- I will have to let you also communicate your best to me -- even to the point of converting me.
[* By homeomorphism we understand the 'topologically' corresponding (analogous) function (a functional equivalent) within another setting, Hinduism in this case. Cf. R. Panikkar, the Intrareligious Dialogue, p.xxii.] (--from The Unknown Christ of Hinduism, by Raimundo Panikkar, c.1964)
I delay arriving at seiza bench to finish these words, a privilege of solitude. Yesterday it came over me (again) how what is needed is a deeper experience of the primal awareness at origin of the many spiritual traditions found throughout the world and time and history. Even the symbols and images, icons and antiphons, mudras and stillnesses, bows and prostratations, chants and processions, beads and benches, suras and sutras, huts and temples, cathedrals and poustinias -- all these are the breath of participation in the here-holy!
I have fallen in love with the presence of everything. Even those things alerted as not my preference, I am learning to affirm. 'Difference' is a valued guest over coffee or tea. We sit with each other, lending and borrowing insight and intuition amid harmony and discord.
We read a letter from an inmate friend disclosing crimes and categories of classification not until now shared after years of sitting together. Yes, this is his facticity; yes, this is my mit-zein. He sends a poem about children sleighing hill by the Androscoggin River, homage to children of Newtown Connecticut.
Cody is let out through the barn and Rokie is released from zendo to greet him. The big boisterous German Shepherd is a goofy gift following the death of his mistress, Erika. He is one of those 'differences' in my perspective.
This space is still chilly. The small stove will work all day and be ready for the Sunday morning Quakers who will sit warmly with silence.
The ending bells will soon chime. I only sat on seiza a brief spell -- such delight in change of routine -- this big chair, these words, the twisting plume of fragrance, the rumination.
The white Border Collie is back at door. He knows what time it is!