At wrinkled blanket
zendo chitta cat faces
new day rainy gray
The song said that everybody hurts.
What do we do? Keep the hurt going? Or, maybe, try healing?
At their best, Black freedom struggles intensify the virtues of American democracy and lend invaluable support to the search for justice. Amid white violence and Black bloodshed — forces we still face — Archbishop Tutu, like Martin Luther King Jr. before him, reminded us of a lesson we should never forget: that forgiveness and reconciliation are the foundation of a vibrant social movement and a healthy democracy. As King argued, the lex talionis — the law of retributive justice described as an “eye for an eye” in the Book of Exodus — is ultimately unsatisfying and harmful. “The old law of an eye for an eye leaves everybody blind,” King wrote.
With King and Archbishop Tutu as our guides, we can reclaim moral ground and preserve our humanity while achieving the highest form of justice possible. Archbishop Tutu sweetly reverses the usual hierarchy of the West over Africa in colonial thinking when he argues for a conception of justice rooted in his beloved motherland. “Retributive justice is largely Western. The African understanding is far more restorative — not so much to punish,” he said, “as to redress or restore a balance that has been knocked askew.”
(--from, Where Is the Forgiveness and Grace in Cancel Culture?, Dec. 28, 2021 NYTimes)
We're in such a damn hurry to clean up and clear up what's contrary to our way of thinking, our template for a pure and moral world. 'Kill them,' we yell, 'kill the sons o'bitches!'
Stop the steal, hang Mike Pence, let those zygotes get driver's licenses and red hats, stop those coloreds from voting out those nice white folks, keep them non-christians out of our country, the hell with the lazy poor trash who don't have trust funds and high-value stocks! Do you know who I am?
You said your students are afraid to talk about race. Are you sympathetic to the idea of keeping certain words out of the classroom context?
I think it’s dangerous. And there is no word called “the n-word.” For example, Countee Cullen: If we erase the actual word he used, we’re erasing a poem called “Incident,” which should be read because it’s a beautiful poem. Whatever it is that was written, we need to be able to read it. To me, it’s that simple. Andyou can call whatever you want to call me. If I don’t like what you’re saying to me, I have a button here on the Zoom that says “off.” So do you. You have to be free. That’s what I hate about the vigilantism that’s happening now. And what is worth killing somebody for? I live on a mountain, and someone could drive down the mountain too fast and hit a squirrel. That squirrel has to eat, and so it has to go looking for food. Squirrel can’t go to Wendy’s or McDonald’s. So you should go down the mountain at five miles an hour. If you’re late you’re still going to be late. You’re not going to be on time because you murdered a squirrel.
Tutu knew, and Giovanni knows, what we're made of -- opinions and insufficient words to plumb the deep bottom of our hearts and being. So we skim the scummy surface of polluted bigotry with oars of bored muzzles with fingers on unsafetied triggers looking to take down and take out with bullets whoever is bad, or other, or just in our way.
(from, Talk Nikki Giovanni Has Made Peace With Her Hate, By David Marchese, 26dec2021, NYTimes)
How hear the source of sound? The profound longing to say: I'm here...I love you...Do you see me? Can you hear me?
A brief, transitory, masterclass of joy.
Then, the condolences sent by His Holiness.
How wonderful to have lived in their time!
Perhaps love is reality.
Cannot bear very much reality
(T.S. Eliot, in Burnt Norton)
Hence our penchant for diversion and distraction.
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Stillness is that which drops down into love.
It’s not about control or fear.
It’s all about allowing and acceptance.
Seeing oneself (one’s self) in the explication, expostulation, and exoneration.
“I live by letting things happen.”
Reality is that which presents itself beyond our thinking or manipulation. Spiritual or religious reality is anecdotal mythology until it becomes antidotal releasement of misread messaging. So much we hold is not there, not vorhanden (not-at-hand.)
“If we don’t know what’s real, we can’t resist.” (Bugs to Neo, Matrix, The Resurrections)
Yes, resist, (from Latin "to make a stand against, oppose; to stand back; withstand,").
To withstand. To oppose might not mean to eliminate. But to make a stand, to with-stand. Our very natures are replete with oppositions. Our personal, psychological, and political selves might be better served by wonder rather than warfare.
To study the Way
is to study the self.
To study the self
is to forget the self.
To forget the self
is to be enlightened by all things of the universe.
~ Dogen Zenji
The Buddha and the Christ looked at good and looked at evil and wondered what to say about what they saw.
So, too, are we invited to look, and to wonder what response best offers life, peace, and hope of love.
What is being born in us that is source of what is both true and replete with peace?
(by Robert Creeley)
come and go.
what do I think
to say now.
comes and goes
in a moment.
The way into the form,
the way out of the room—
The door, the hat,
the chair, the fact...
Sitting, waves on the beach,
or else clouds, in the sky,
a road, going by,
cars, a truck, animals, in crowds.
Car coughing moves with
a jerked energy forward.
A big crow on the
top of the tree’s
form more stripped
with leaves gone
Pieces of cake crumbling
in the hand trying to hold
them together to give each
of the seated guests a piece.
Willow, the house, an egg—
what do they make?
Hat, happy, a door—
(-Poem by Robert Creeley)
Maybe it is seeing.
Maybe — loving seeing.
Maybe it’s not the world that distresses and upsets. But us. Our still as yet inability to see what is there or to love what is seen.
And yet, and yet, and yet…
It is a time of change and exchange.
Let’s hope it’s a good one, without any fears!