Saturday, October 08, 2022

the search for one meaning

 The foundations of ethics is not in moral principles. Rather, it is an ontological issue.

We will come to understand the univocacy of existence.

That we are one another.

And if we come to grasp that revelation, something fantastic might emerge.

Love for oneself.

All of it.

it stands to reason, that

  We might have been in

Cape Breton this weekend but

For the fact we’re not

notice: no artifice, nothing to see here

meetingbrook has gone

idiorhythmic — each is

on their own unique

schedule — there is no practice

but haphazard quiet joy

do not separate me oh my darling

 God is my zendo

My walking meditation

Han and koan MU

only, onely

 Monks chant Tierce in France

In Wrinkled Blanket Zendo

There is only God

Friday, October 07, 2022

faded frequencies and dilapidated radio tubes in corner of collapsed barn

 Turns out ‘spooky action at a distance’ (cf Einstein) is a thing. It’s called Quantum Entanglement. Some folks just got Noble’d for their work on it.

Millimeter by millimeter we’re coming to see.

“When you change the way you

look at things, the things you

look at change.”

—Max Planck

Some Catholic friends are peeking behind dogma and doctrine and catching glimpse of energetic source made into doctrine and dogma, coming to suspect that the clothes you wear do not make you — they just make you appear in a particular way for a particular occasion. In this way, closets are where truth goes to alter its appearance.

Let’s clear up something else. Naked truth (as a physical metaphor) is not a mythic naked body. (Cf. Lord God asking Adam in Genesis, “Who told you you were naked?”—Gen.3:11) 

Some feel that the human body without clothes is not a naked body. Rather, the body is one more covering of energetic source (let’s call it) masking, or making apparent that which is, in itself, non-visible.

No one, they say, has ever seen God. Only, we might say, appearances of God. And these are troubling occasions to try to verify.

God, they say, cannot be seen.

Nor heard.

Except in the most minuscule slice of imagination across a faded frequency of dilapidated radio tubes or rusted transistors off in the corner of a collapsed barn in northwest Nebraska.

We’re leery of those who claim to hear God speaking to them. What we hear is mostly egoism and narcissism cloaked in political Versace getups or Brooks Brothers haberdashery.

Look again.

Listen again.

See anything?

Hear anything?

Right there, that looking, that listening — that’s good stuff.

God is the looking and listening.

Dont look for God. Just look!

Don’t try to hear God. Just listen!

And…take naps!

Are we good?

You bet we are!

recitare il rosario, ascoltare profondamente

 Small section of small

Practice plainsong doors and floors

Bells and tones sounding

So much holy silence bead

By bead echoing prayer

Thursday, October 06, 2022

listening to brian swimme

Where is the center

Of the universe? Each thing, 

Each person resides

Generative center — one

Cosmos moving here to there

begins fourth week, inside yurt

 She thinks they are wrong

That Covid am I is me 

(I’m going to nap now)

real, true, substantial, outside yurt

 Leaves on ground yellow

Mountain brook's lethargic stay

Untumbled stones rest

Wednesday, October 05, 2022

what block did you grow up on

beliefless, space/time —

network of relationships, 

events create space 

eventuates root ground 

time not emergent, mere, there

no one is sure this has been thought through

 The end of the rule

of law is no victory —

not for anyone

reconsider asunder

Dark slips behind light

I consider God loves this


Tuesday, October 04, 2022

il poverello, oggi si festeggia





member of a flock

Something here to consider: 

 "I have learned that a man who counts himself a shepherd is not worthy to be a member of a flock."    (-p.282, in novel, Haiku, by Andrew Vachss)

 Somewhere, back a bit, the word "humility" had meaning one could feel.

It had something to do with earth; 

—from humilis "lowly, humble," literally "on the ground," from humus "earth," from PIE root *dhghem-"earth." (Etymological Dictionary)

 When earth was understood as lifeblood, heart path, and soul sanctity.

Can you remember?

Monday, October 03, 2022

Sunday, October 02, 2022

in years gone by

Still attentive. 

Angel of God 

My guardian dear 

To Whom God’s love 

Commits me here 

Ever this day 

Be at my side 

To light and guard 

To rule and guide. 


Still wondering. 

where god is not outside, is nothing outside

 For believers, the simplest explanation was that God was off attending some distant sector of the universe during the late thirties and early forties in Europe on planet earth.

For nonbelievers, god was a deluded dream held by delusional people delirious for some moral order in an otherwise insanely willful and chaotic display of human existence.

There’s a third possibility. 

We have not clearly figured out what that possibility is. Not yet.

It has something to do with things becoming themselves, nothing other, a non-comparative aseity loosed from reliance from anything or any thought outside or other than itself.

Itself as a whole, unto.

Here is One —

Another Itself

tired eyes watching shocked leaves

A poet sends their poem.

Of course I reply:

A layer of ambiguous wrap

Cold is welcomed

It means wearing skullcap

Green draining from tired eyes

Watching shocked leaves

Out newly fixed kitchen window

Jewelweed drooping over septic chambers

Alone as any dying is, no longer

Caring to clear up anything


 No reason not to.

Unless, of course, and until, a call is heard across a distance, "That's a wrap!"

the boths and neithers – you must let them go

Sitting with  The US and the HOLOCAUST. on PBS.

The devastation that occurs when we fall into preferences — this is good, this is not good — these people are good, these people are not good.

The urge to act on our dualistic thinking.

The horror of preferential dichotomy, keep the preferred, eliminate the not-preferred,

Whenever a thought occurs,
Be aware of it,
As soon as you are aware of it,
It will vanish.
If you remain for a long period
Forgetful of objects,
You will naturally become unified.
This is the essential art of zazen.

       —Dogen (1200-1253)

Dwelling in the landscape of all is well, 

Letting each be each.

Loving what is here.

Let It Go – The

let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to

let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go

so comes love


E.E. Cummings (1894-1962)!  

From: 100 Selected Poems