Not not-caring, but caring without attachment.
Zen, perhaps better said, is aware non-difference.
That's different, don't you think?
Don't not think!
All she wants is to experience what freely emerges from the forest as it is. She does not cling to the beautiful ones. She does not fear the large ones. She does not ignore the small ones. She simply watches each arrival witha friendly and unobtrusive interest, getting to know it as it is, until it returns to the forest. She relates to these visitors with such a lightness and kindness of heart that they relax in her presence and show her their true nature. (from, Unlearning the Basics, by Rishi Sativihari, c.2010)In prison we sit silently for 20 minutes, talk about current events, then read from Sativihari book. He talks about the brahma viharas (i.e. goodwill, compassion, equanimity, and joy in the happiness of others). These wholesome states of mind are useful when considering the difficulties and distress launched by the confrontation with ignorance, greed, and anger.
All of the river boat gamblers are losing their shirts
All of the brave union soldier boys sleep in the dirt
But you know and I know, there never was reason to hurt
All of our lives were entwined to begin with,
Here in spoon river.
Saint Bonaventure, O.F.M., born Giovanni di Fidanza, was an Italian medieval scholastic theologian and philosopher. The seventh Minister General of the Order of Friars Minor, he was also a Cardinal Bishop of Albano. (Wikipedia)
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.--Thomas MertonAnd:
“No weekends for the gods now. Wars
flicker, earth licks its open sores,
fresh breakage, fresh promotions, chance
assassinations, no advance.
Only man thinning out his own kind
sounds through the Sabbath noon,
the blindswipe of the pruner and his knife
busy about the tree of life...
Pity the planet, all joy gone
from this sweet volcanic cone;
peace to our children when they fall
in small war on the heels of small
war - until the end of time
to police the earth, a ghost
orbiting forever lost
in our monotonous sublime.”
― Robert Lowell, from "Waking Early Sunday Morning"The trouble with official "saints" is the hagiography is as often covering press release rather than what generously could be called truth.
Yet why not say what happened?"