Thursday, June 20, 2013
Dooryard grief
(a late spring haiku)
Lawn mower fractures nozzle
Water pump weeps crush
(wfh, nunc ipsum)
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Within this
To sit in darkness and silence is to sit in the acceptance of light and sound. In cabin tonight, single vigil candle hanging from front crossbeam, I sit in the unknowing some call meditation, some call God, some have no name for it.
Dusk lowers.
Back to wohnkuche.
I remember times when there were words for what was believed.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Sitting and looking practice, Tuesday evening
The flowers are given to the earth. And we give earth flowers in return. No holding back.
Earth just gives. No calculation. No evaluation.
Imagine that.
Nongreed.
"Giving" means nongreed. Nongreed means not to covet. Not to covet means not to curry favor. Even if you govern the Four Continents, you should always convey the correct teaching with nongreed. It is to give away unneeded belongings to someone you don't know, to offer flowers blooming on a distant mountain to the Tathāgata, or, again, to offer treasures you had in your former life to sentient beings. Whether it is of teaching or of material, each gift has its value and is worth giving. Even if the gift is not your own, there is no reason to keep from giving. The question is not whether the gift is valuable, but whether there is merit.Humans evaluate. That's what we seem to do best. Calculate. Evaluate.
When you leave the way to the way, you attain the way. At the time of attaining the way, the way is always left to the way. When treasure is left just as treasure, treasure becomes giving. You give yourself to yourself and others to others. The power of the causal relations+ of giving reaches to devas, human beings, and even enlightened sages. When giving becomes actual, such causal relations are immediately formed.(--from, Bodhisattva's Four Methods of Guidance, BODAISATTA SHISHŌ-HŌ, This was written on the fifth day, fifth month, fourth year of Ninji (1243) by Monk Dōgen, who transmitted dharma from China..Translated by Lew Richmond and Kazuaki Tanahashi)
http://www.zenonderdedom.nl/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Dogen-Bodhisattvas_Four_Methods_Of_Guidance.pdf
Earth just gives. No calculation. No evaluation.
Imagine that.
Nongreed.
Monday, June 17, 2013
You watchn' me?
Call me doubtful!
Here's what will continue to happen: surveillance, surveillance, and (you got it) surveillance.
There will be no stopping, no diminishing, and no vague possibility the data will not be used and abused by both "good guys" and "bad guys." It will be used to whatever ends the user wishes.
Where's the upside? Will we suddenly turn all moral and law abiding and say "let 'em see what they want"? Will we arm ourselves to the teeth, shoot down backyard spy-drones; send saintly elderly religious sisters to deface CCTV lenses countrywide; or set up camp in town squares with burgers, buns, and banners decrying lost anonymity while our neighbors in police uniform try to decide whose legs to baton first, or, perhaps, which friend to bring a blanket to ward off the evening chill?
I'm agnostic as well as skeptical. The coin has been thumbed upward and flips head over tail in a parody of where this "watching over" will hit ground: a benign divine care-driven attentiveness? or, a desperate fear-driven mistrusting destructiveness?
I'm just going to make a pot of coffee, dive into Drift, Harlot's Ghost, Chain of Command, and War in Heaven -- toast some Parmesan-Pepper bread from the local bakery, and leave the anguishing to 1984 scholars, climate-change rubes, and banks-are-our-buddies enthusiasts.
Bill Keller, in his nytimes editorial, http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/17/opinion/keller-living-with-the-surveillance-state.html?hp&_r=0 ,
has laid out the conversation. I'm skeptical there is any moderation or keen-eyed regulatory apparatus to salvage an Emily Dickinson veil of discreet unsurveilled reclusivity.
I will become a hermit-in-the-open. I'll take my chances and my refuge in the dormant and deliberate decency deep within each person -- that quality of awareness that holds each sentient being in high and holy regard and wants no harm for anybody.
We'll, no doubt, see each other some day. Nod twice and wink once in my direction when you pass me going along like a pilgrim toward the wholly-disclosed-other, which is our journey toward a communion of compassion, an intended consequence of actually caring for one another!
Do we have a choice?
Really?
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Nothing you can identify
The dialogue at end of murder mystery series reflects the curious ambiguity of some crimes, namely, of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. No evil intention aforethought, no way to correct the wrongs that follow. "We got the bad guy," one detective says to the other. "Yea? Who?" answers the other, posing a koan for the ages: Who, actually, is the 'bad guy'?
It is fruitless at times to suspect you know what's really going on.
Best to let the unconcealed stand by itself.
Look at it!
Allow it to be, in its chaos and inarticulable non-sequiturs, itself.
The hardest knowledge to seek is that of something being itself nothing you can identify.
The Greek word deployed by Plato in “The Cave” — aletheia — is typically translated as truth, but is more aptly translated as “disclosure” or “uncovering” — literally, “the state of not being hidden.” Martin Heidegger, in an essay on the allegory of the cave, suggested that the process of uncovering was actually a precondition for having truth. It would then follow that the goal of the truth-seeker is to help people in this disclosure — it is to defeat the illusory representations that prevent us from seeing the world the way it is. There is no propositional truth to be had until this first task is complete.There's no knowing.
(-- THE STONE The Real War on Reality, by Peter Ludlow, in NYTimes) http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/06/14/the-real-war-on-reality/?src=recg.
Best to let the unconcealed stand by itself.
Look at it!
Allow it to be, in its chaos and inarticulable non-sequiturs, itself.
The hardest knowledge to seek is that of something being itself nothing you can identify.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
mesa
The new expression of contemplative christianity and meditative buddhism and mere attention with nature is rounded into a circle of seeing: christ-mind, buddha-nature, gaia-life.
It is america's zen.
The table, mesa; the middle, mesa; the inside, mesa.
We are invited to see what is in the middle.
It is now, always has been, will always be -- unknown, unknowable, and unknowing-itself.
Whatever you are looking for, it is there.
Do I dare forget myself and enter this place?
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Mille o tante grazie, Antonio, amico, compagno!
Anthony of Padua, who helps (some say) find things, might help find sanity in a world gone insane with trivia, titillation, and tattle.
Perhaps we think that by embracing our insanity everything would be fine.
Embrace
You know the parlor trick.
wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
her hands grasping your shirt
her fingernails teasing your neck
from the front it is another story
you never looked so alone
your crossed elbows and screwy grin
you could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you with a straight jacket
one that would hold you really tight.
(Poem by Billy Collins)Ok, so we look a little odd when looked upon straight on. But, in review, from the other side, it always seems different.
People fear Martial Law. People fear Terrorist Attack. People fear their own Goverrnment. And Government, naturally, fears the People.
Is it possible not to fear? Not anything?
Where The Mind Is Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
(Poem by Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941)Yes, I worry about my sanity. I worry about my country's sanity. Fear has a way of making us insane.
I wonder if, metaphorically, we were to substitute the word "insane" for "sin" in Holy Writ -- would we look on our "morality" differently?
Is insanity a chemical imbalance? Is mental illness a failure to see things with a clear and unperverted gaze?
Do we engage in a looking that sees good and calls it good, sees wrong and calls it wrong, hears cacophony and winces, hears beautiful melody and smiles?
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant --
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind --
(Poem by Emily Dickinson)
Once all the whistles have blown, the tales tattled, the hidden revealed, and the mistruths straightened into fessed-up straight-up straight-answer-club simplicity, we in this country will breathe a sigh of relief and look at each other again with a long desired affection.
We will be able to face each other again.
Something lost will be found.
We will look to the brown-robed paisan over in the corner, wink, nod, and say:
Mille o tante grazie, Antonio, amico, compagno!
Wouldn't it be comforting to be companion to truth?
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
not that far; not that long
Frail friend in pain taken to emergency room and back home again.
One step, another minute, a lifetime in a millisecond.
Like a prison guard said last week: inches and seconds! That's the difference between being in prison and working at a prison; inches and seconds.
Not much.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
unconcealment
Let's try this: Truth, simple unconcealment, is a better option than lies, deceit, and secrecy.
It is a radical consideration.
Do we dare face it?
Making sure.
Our face.
Is, seen.
It is a radical consideration.
Do we dare face it?
Making sure.
Our face.
Is, seen.
Sunday, June 09, 2013
doctor my eyes
Someone's watching.
As a child growing up in Brooklyn's Catholic Culture, I learned that everybody was watching. From Mrs. Goldberg to Grandpa Bellantoni, from the creepy guy with cigar in his mouth at 2nd floor window to Officers Whatstheirnames in the black and white cruiser rolling passes the driveway.
Not to forget to mention the priest's insistence the the Good Lord Himself was all-seeing me wherever I was whatever I was doing. Of course his consecrated daughter-in-religion, Sister M. Nazareth, saw everything from her office as principal around corners in basements and five blocks of city streets away. I know what being watched looks like.
These days, though, it feels different. God is dead. So is Sister. So are all the Bensonhurst neighbor watchers. (About God, I have to clarify: the misperceptions and concepts bandied about God are dead or mostly all dead. God Itself is another consideration.)
Here's what feels different:
It's not the surveillance as much as it is the vacuum of trust. The government doesn't trust the American people, nor do the people trust the duplicity followed by rationalization by the government.
The vacuum of trust is where terror breeds.
It seems we're all breeders now.
A new celibacy of just saying "no" to seductive fearmongers is needed.
Back in childhood Brooklyn (mostly) everyone was looking out for you. Today it is a "Watch out for him!" wariness.
We need to change mistrusting spying into caring gazing.
See one another.
With loving.
Joy.
Saturday, June 08, 2013
Seelsorge! Care/cure of souls.
I've been thinking about the chaplain's position at Maine State Prison in Warren Maine. It's open.
What kind of chaplain would work well there?
No doubt the one chosen for the job.
[Emmanuel] Levinas was, notoriously, a severe critic of Simone Weil, whom he evidently never met despite their being contemporaries. Levinas’s criticisms, however, were not aimed explicitly at Weil’s notion of decreation, nor even at any aspect of her thought that could conceivably be characterized as philosophical. Instead he condemned her inability, as he saw it, to understand the Judaism into which she was born (but not formally raised)1 and which she seemed evidently determined to reject. Her desire for mystical union with God struck Levinas as merely a selfish pursuit of personal salvation. He was dismissive of her hatred of the Old Testament Jehovah, who could order the extermination of entire peoples, pointing out that she herself—all too true, unfortunately—had strangely little to say about the crimes committed in her own era against Jews, often in the name of Christianity.2 These disagreements, serious as they are, nonetheless conceal a deeper resonance. For Weil, the main form God’s love takes in this world is ordinary human compassion, the neighbor love we show for one another as fellow creatures infinitely removed from their creator. Weil’s God is surprisingly limited, a God “absent from the world, except in the existence in this world of those in whom His love is alive”—those whose “compassion is the visible presence of God here below.”3 As we shall see, the compassion she speaks of is essentially a form of self-denying openness to the other that could easily be characterized in Levinas’s terms as “being divesting itself of being.”
More problematic might seem to be the similarities in the criticisms often leveled at Levinas’s and Weil’s understandings of ethical agency and selfhood. Each has been faulted for proposing an ethical passivity that makes responsible action by a free moral agent impossible. Here it is important to realize, however, that Levinas is not primarily interested in offering moral guidance but is attempting to ground normativity—in fact, the very meaning of human life—in the face-to-face encounter. What is new in Levinas is not a new ethics, but the idea that subjectivity itself is “ethical” in a foundational sense we normally do not notice. Hence the goal of this essay is not to prove that Simone Weil’s is a Levinasian ethics, but to show how Levinas’s fundamental approach to human existence clarifies certain aspects of decreation that many have considered questionable or extreme—such as Weil’s claim that we should desire nonbeing precisely in order to confirm our neighbor’s being. In turning to Levinas, we should not make the mistake of assuming that we are confronted with essentially the same paradox again when he proposes that we are fundamentally passive before we are free moral agents—for as we shall see, Levinas is making a different type of claim altogether: a metaphysical one about the nature of human agency, not an ethical one about how we would best orient or structure our lives. This metaphysical claim, particularly in the form of Levinas’s concept of substitution, seems to provide a plausible philosophical foundation for Weil’s notion of decreation.
I
Decreation, frequently mentioned in Simone Weil’s late writings, is not always referred to by name. In the New York notebook (1942), for example, there are many passages such as the following in which the word never occurs:
Every man, seeing himself from the point of view of God the creator, should regard his own existence as a sacrifice made by God. I am God’s abdication. The more I exist, the more God abdicates. So if I take God’s side rather than my own I ought to regard my existence as a diminution, a decrease.
When anyone succeeds in doing this, Christ comes to dwell in his soul.
As regards myself, I ought to repeat in the opposite sense the abdication of God, I ought to refuse the existence that has been given me, to refuse it because God is good. As regards other people, I ought to imitate God’s abdication itself, to consent not to be in order that they may be; and this in spite of the fact that they are bad. (FLN 213)
- (The Journal of Religion > Vol. 93, No. 1, January 2013, in, Decreation as Substitution: Reading Simone Weil through Levinas* Robert Charles Reed, Boston College )
Abdication, eh?
Why not try this: Seelsorge!
Yes, care/cure of souls.
Friday, June 07, 2013
Jitai = Itself
It rains.
Have you noticed that "I" before"T" becomes "IT."
I on a cross becomes It-self.
Have you noticed that "I" before"T" becomes "IT."
I on a cross becomes It-self.
Thursday, June 06, 2013
resting where glance falls
"Language is the best thing we've ever invented." (--David Remnick, editor of The New Yorker, at City Arts and Lecturers, 6May2013)
Read! That's what Remnick wants us to do. Not just the "great" works of literature. Just read.
Today I am reading Being and Time by Martin Heidegger. Also Basic Writings, by Heidegger. Over on the chair by the black futon is Area 51, An Uncensored History of America's Top Secret Military Base, by Annie Jacobsen. On the brown blanket on the single bed along north wall of bookshed retreat is Clouds Without Rain, An Amish Country Mystery, by P.L. Gaus. Covered in plain brown grocery bag cover on desk is Chain of Command, The Road From 9/11 to Abu Ghraib, By Seymour M Hersh. In briefcase is The History of Western Philosophy of Religion, Volume 5, Twentieth-Century Philosophy of Religion, Edited by Graham Oppy and Nick Trakakis (2009).
In front bathroom, Waking the Dead: The Glory of a Heart Fully Alive, by John Eldredge.
Of course there is the Collected Poems of Jack Gilbert, and the several (5) books by Ilia Delio scattered about the house and picked up regularly and shared: 1. The Emergent Christ; 2. The Unbearable Wholeness of Being, God, Evolution, and the Power of Love; 3. Christ in Evolution; 4. Franciscan Prayer; and, 5. Care For Creation, A Franciscan Spirituality of the Earth.
Christian Wiman's books are regularly read as well: 1. My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer; 2. Every Riven Thing: Poems; 3. Ambition and Survival: Becoming a Poet. I've just finished (Science Fiction) Neverness, by David Zindell and have begun War in Heaven . When I rouse it from its hiddenness I will complete The American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Also finished is Christopher Hayes' Twilight of the Elites, America After Meritocracy; and, curiously, Rachel Maddow's Drift, The Unmooring of American Military Power has drifted somewhere out of sight.
That's it for what I am reading. Except for daily Liturgy of the Hours; and tonight for practice Zen Contemplation for Christians, A Bridge of Living Waters, by Elaine Macinnes; finally, (over and over) Living Buddha, Living Christ by Thich Nhat Hanh.
Read! That's what Remnick wants us to do. Not just the "great" works of literature. Just read.
Today I am reading Being and Time by Martin Heidegger. Also Basic Writings, by Heidegger. Over on the chair by the black futon is Area 51, An Uncensored History of America's Top Secret Military Base, by Annie Jacobsen. On the brown blanket on the single bed along north wall of bookshed retreat is Clouds Without Rain, An Amish Country Mystery, by P.L. Gaus. Covered in plain brown grocery bag cover on desk is Chain of Command, The Road From 9/11 to Abu Ghraib, By Seymour M Hersh. In briefcase is The History of Western Philosophy of Religion, Volume 5, Twentieth-Century Philosophy of Religion, Edited by Graham Oppy and Nick Trakakis (2009).
In front bathroom, Waking the Dead: The Glory of a Heart Fully Alive, by John Eldredge.
Of course there is the Collected Poems of Jack Gilbert, and the several (5) books by Ilia Delio scattered about the house and picked up regularly and shared: 1. The Emergent Christ; 2. The Unbearable Wholeness of Being, God, Evolution, and the Power of Love; 3. Christ in Evolution; 4. Franciscan Prayer; and, 5. Care For Creation, A Franciscan Spirituality of the Earth.
Christian Wiman's books are regularly read as well: 1. My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer; 2. Every Riven Thing: Poems; 3. Ambition and Survival: Becoming a Poet. I've just finished (Science Fiction) Neverness, by David Zindell and have begun War in Heaven . When I rouse it from its hiddenness I will complete The American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Also finished is Christopher Hayes' Twilight of the Elites, America After Meritocracy; and, curiously, Rachel Maddow's Drift, The Unmooring of American Military Power has drifted somewhere out of sight.
That's it for what I am reading. Except for daily Liturgy of the Hours; and tonight for practice Zen Contemplation for Christians, A Bridge of Living Waters, by Elaine Macinnes; finally, (over and over) Living Buddha, Living Christ by Thich Nhat Hanh.
Such is my first few weeks of not teaching. This short window of open reading before going back into required reading for fall semester.
And I am learning the language of nature. The language of solitude.
The language of silence.
Of faces.
Of eyes.
The alphabet of glance resting where it falls.
Wednesday, June 05, 2013
where to begin
Take the earth, for example.
It has no ideology. There is only experience.
There's something there to ponder.
I bring an unprotected heart to our meeting place
I hold no cherished outcome
I will not negotiate by withholding
I am not subject to disappointment
(From a Druid Vow of Friendship)Biomass, the woman said. Biomass loss is hurting the air, water, and humus. And... humans.
"Centering Prayer, when it reaches the full consent to our nothingness is a perfect preparation for death, because it is death – death to the false self in the Night of Sense and the Night of Spirit and to the ego in the Night of No Self. Even the True Self has been transcended....
"The dying process is designed to create a non-possessive attitude where one gives up all of one’s possessions, including one’s body and loved ones ... and enters into the flow of divine life eternal ... unity with God that sees God in everything and, in a sense, that ultimately everything is God."
(-Thomas Keating, from the new Gift of Life Series: Death & Dying, Life and Living)If you don't feel for anything, if you don't believe in anything right under your feet, then there is no God for you. Here is where atheism has its sting.
Everything, the monk says, is God.
Let's start there.
That's something.
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Monday, June 03, 2013
Do not fear death
There's no need to urge anyone into whatever religion or belief system you hold.
Invite them, instead, to be free.
Without fear, freedom allows each to be themselves.
Invite them, instead, to be free.
"1. Accept everything just the way it is. 2. Do not seek pleasure for its own sake. 3. Do not, under any circumstances, depend on a partial feeling. 4. Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world. 5. Be detached from desire your whole life long. 6. Do not regret what you have done. 7. Never be jealous. 8. Never let yourself be saddened by a separation. 9. Resentment and complaint are appropriate neither for oneself nor others. 10. Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love. 11. In all things have no preferences. 12. Be indifferent to where you live. 13. Do not pursue the taste of good food. 14. Do not hold on to possessions you no longer need. 15. Do not act following customary beliefs. 16. Do not collect weapons or practice with weapons beyond what is useful. 17. Do not fear death. 18. Do not seek to possess either goods or fiefs for your old age. 19. Respect Buddha and the gods without counting on their help. 20. You may abandon your own body but you must preserve your honour. 21. Never stray from the Way.” ― Miyamoto Musashi,. (c.1584 – June 13, 1645)Once free, a person will become and remain exactly what and who they are.
Without fear, freedom allows each to be themselves.
Sunday, June 02, 2013
by their sweet questionings
Complacencies of Morning Call Yurt, and slumbering sounds of Ragged Mountain and Meetingbrook's tumbling waters turning east at big tree by front door toward Hosmer Pond, rising sun, and miles to sea through Goose River into Rockport Harbor, Penobscot Bay, Atlantic Ocean.
Prayer is, for now, coming between, and interesting.
If prayer, interim, intervening, and inter-esse; then nothingness.
If prayer, interim, intervening, and inter-esse; then nothingness.
To be temporary and to be between is to be not-a-thing. It is to be passing through.
And so I pray for your passing through whatever it is you are passing through.
That you not get stuck. And if you do, that you move again through.
That you remain fluid and soft able to take the curves and turns with grace and ease. That you start again if you get jammed up.
That you remain no-thing, nobody's fool, not property not object not means to someone else's something else.
Amen, I say to you: Whatever you ask for in prayer,believe you will receive it, and it will be yours, says the Lord.(--Mk 11: 23, 24)
Let's keep watch for one another. Over time, over distance, over disappearances. Over death.
We are windows.
To be seen through.
See well.
See far.
This Sunday morning, my prayer, is one, questioning, what is, going on.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

















