Saturday, November 22, 2014

a greater joy is required

St. Cecilia and John F Kennedy on November 22.  Both murdered in interval of nineteen hundred years.

I’ve been thinking about the illusions we negotiate. Like safety, security, and fairness.

Murdering will continue. Murderers fear. Only those with no fear wii not murder.

Fearful people are so difficult.

So willing to kill.

Let’s think about it.

Let’s be silent, hear the music of silence, and find courage not to kill.

Friday, November 21, 2014

sentenced to, and sentencing, life

The student just said it, that, for Heidegger, Holderlin was the technology through which the river Ister became a poem presencing itself as sign and significance read and not lost.

Remarkably, an insight that entered the question of technology and unveiled what had been concealed.
The meaning that surfaces
comes to me aslant and
I go to meet it
   word for word, until I am
everything at once. 
(--Rita Dove, from her poem "Reading Holderlin on the Patio with the Aid of a Dictionary")
We joke that at a certain age one rewrites the narrative of one's life through a different lens. The difference between falling in love and failing in love becomes a single letter two letters away from each other (j,k).

The same student said she didn't like failure or the word failure. I held up the book by Kathryn Shultz, Being Wrong, and said there's something about failure we have come to oppose -- a dualistic foible -- and perhaps we might wish to question failure as to where it has come from and, more importantly, where it is going.

If we are a story being told (a story, being, told) why leave anything out?

Tell it, sentence by sentence, everything, at once!

Thursday, November 20, 2014

book under calendar wednesday morning points out...

...what I couldn’t know in 1974 at George Washington Bridge Terminal where and when I purchased it.


Man from down the road at coffee this morning tells me of his flight returning from Japan ten days ago. There was very strong turbulence for well over ten minutes. Everyone had to fasten in. He had left his assigned seat to nap stretched-out strapped-in across an empty three seats up front.

The shaking and rumbling of the plane increased. He experienced concern, then fright, then fear. It was then that a mantra came to him. He repeated it again and again. Something shifted for him.

Here’s the mantra he composed:
This is singing
There’s nothing to fear
We are all
Curiously, he was ok after his recitation.

His mind was not turbulent. Or, perhaps, it was not separated from the outside turbulence.

When he got up and ricocheted down the aisle the fastened flight attendants scolded him his movement.

He returned to his seat next to his wife.

He took her hand.

The plane continued to Chicago.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

In the middle of the night

V: Domine labia mea aperies.
 Thou O Lord wilt open my lips.
R: Et os meum annunciabit laudem tuam.
 And my mouth shall declare thy praise.
Walking farm field in Oxford Maine yesterday, I wondered how to pray.

And asked.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

we as well

Fresh shapes at dawn.
"Art in time opens the soul to the numinous light of receiving the vision of the unjudged, with it comes compassion and well-being." (--Robert Hake, from Art in Time, a Clarity blog),
If someone asks what practice emerging from 21st century buddhist/christian interbeing is worth our time, tell them it is the vision of the unjudged practicing unjudging seeing.

Practice, like history, moves with time and circumstance. The flaws of the past nod to evolving reparation of moment, allowing transformation.

Religions, like morning skies, spin into noon and sunset, hibernation, and resurrection as new expression of new awareness -- birdsong chant announcing.

So, we, as well.

Monday, November 17, 2014


Leaving for Ellsworth, snow.

At Good Will store, hail.

To Machias and back, rain.

In bed, weary.

With sleep, dreams.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Where belief ends

              (a haiku)

One belief beheads
Hell with no hope --
No one asks why;