Saturday, October 24, 2020
not to love
Friday Evening Conversation ends with talk about The Physics of Angels.
Questions about source, illusion of separation, ignoring that which is our soul of identity, and the darkness experienced in the unsupported belief in disconnection.
We are not other than the whole. When we attempt to cut and fragment, divide and sever, we hurt everything and everyone.
To love god is to love creation, humanity and existence.
To love existence is to love humanity, god, and creation.
To love humanity is to love creation, existence, and god,
To love creation is to love existence, god, and humanity.
To love any one is to love each and all.
Self is self and self is Self.
“Whole sight; or all the rest is desolation.” (John Fowles)
There is no other place to go — we’re already there.
And so, the question resounds: Where are you?
Where are we?
Be the question!
Watch what is appearing and emerging through the inquiry.
See whole; and each manifests itself.
Friday, October 23, 2020
for no surprise
(for no November surprise)
As election nears
the choice is easy -- pick one
who loves and tells truth
last week, middle october
not seeing what is around them
Bleary men debate
climate change -- Earth burns outside
their blindness -- pains all
Thursday, October 22, 2020
When my father was born, I was born.
My gratitude, dad. With love. We were here.
No class today, swab
Tests of inmates and staff — cars
Rush down Barnestown road
Wednesday, October 21, 2020
et nunc et semper
It is enough
To say nothing
When asked about something
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
it is not the time you think it is
It calculates as twenty one years ago.
But eternal now means it is just happening in what we call the present.
Good night, dear sister, rest peacefully.
Monday, October 19, 2020
simply stumbling around
2. Subtleties of Daily Life
One day Shih-t’ou said, “I’ve come to visit you. What have you been doing?”
The Layman said, “If you’re asking what I do every day, there’s nothing to say about it.”
Shih-t’ou said, “What did you think you were doing before I asked you about it?”
The Layman made up a verse:
What I do every day
Is nothing special:
I simply stumble around.
What I do is not thought out,
Where I go is unplanned.
No matter who tries to leave their mark,
The hills and dales are not impressed.
Collecting firewood and carrying water
Are prayers that reach the gods.Shih-t'ou approved, saying, “So, are you going to wear black or white? *
The Layman said, ''I will do whatever is best.”
It came to pass that he never shaved his head to join the sangha.
... ... ...
* Black robes were worn by monks, and white robes were worn by laypeople.
(--from, The Sayings of Layman Pang, tr. by James Green)
all is possible
The old monk wrote poetry.
Can the Creator of all lure poetry out of a stone?
Or cause a stirring of Divine Love in a human heart?
All is possible for the Creator of all,
Who loves to manifest the impossible
In endless configurations.
(—Thomas Keating, “Out of a Stone”)
And the rest of we elderly monastics think about reheating coffee and toasting English muffin spreading organic peanut butter and cherry preserves from France.
The non-dual heart/mind abandons the dueling heartless mind to it’s necessary demise and it’s disintegration/reintegration into selfsame oneness.