In Merton bookshed-
retreat comes Saturday sit
All set — What is this (?/!)
(* مع ; حبيبي — Arabic, for “with ; darling”)
Alone with God,
with nothing to say,
with nothing to do,
with no one to do or say
anything with —
What is with this?
5. Quid hoc potest sublímius,
5. What is more sublime than this,
ut culpa quaerat grátiam,
That sin should seek out grace,
metúmque solvat cáritas
And love dissolve fear,
reddátque mors vitam novam?
And death give again new life?
(Matutinum - Hymnus, 28 April, 2022, Neumz)
Not yet understood.
Everything is there.
Because mind is infinite, it can embrace the universe and still have room left over. Thus, if you understand the truth of nonduality, you can completely embrace everything.
(--Daehaeng Kun Sunim, “Thinking Big” Tricycle)
Nobody has ever left.
No-one has arrived.
Just the intimate embrace of breath upon breath.
I just realized that I don’t believe in any institution or ideology.
Read books. Learn. Don’t bother with schools.
If you’d like to talk about this, I’m not available.
Look within. Think. Feel everything.
Trust yourself. Be wary of anyone trying to sell you anything.
I’m off. See ya!
Did it, really?
Or only in words?
(1a) Die Kuh sprang über den Mond.
(1b) The cow jumped over the moon.
Did my life really happen the way I remember it?
Or are the words said about it the only thing to believe?
And if someone just makes things up, intentionally putting things in or leaving things out, is that imaginative fiction, or a lie?
We seem to have found ourselves living in a time of fabricated facts and formulated unverifiable occurrences.
Things we can see or hear — but are told that what we see or hear, feel, smell, taste, or touch are not what we think they are, not what we believe them to be.
We are mistaken, we are told. We have been fooled. (And this by those fooling us.)
We wonder if we are being deceived. Conned. Lied to.
Is this how a “lie” becomes true for the proponent of the lie?
Because it is there in words, it is all that remains, it alone exists, as told, for now?
There are swindlers who swipe what is true and launder it in their self aggrandizing interest.
The little dog laughed to see such funAnd the fish ran away with the spoon!
The past is in pictures, in words said about it, in feelings and memories swirling about brain and mind.
But, where is the past itself?
Is it anywhere but in words?
And who, how, and when, the verification of words?