Tuesday, September 15, 2015

questioning...what you are...seeing

We all look.

Some come close to seeing what they are looking at.

A rare few see what is actually there.
ASK A SAGE 
Question: Is it within my power to discover something new? 
Erwin Schrödinger replies: “The task is . . . not so much to see what no one has yet seen; but to think what nobody has yet thought, about that which everybody sees.”   
(--from, Irish Times, Unthinkable: Are there truths that can’t be spoken? Cultivating ‘a sense of wonder that the world exists’ is central to Wittgenstein’s philosophy)   http://www.irishtimes.com/culture/unthinkable-are-there-truths-that-can-t-be-spoken-1.2347315  
 This is practice and mystery worth contemplating.

Monday, September 14, 2015

as water through the best-laid roofs

Paschal Foley ofm in 1966 was right to interrupt his peregrinating peripatetic philosophy lecture a block from the beach in New Hampshire to tell us that when all else fails in life, "Try philosophy."

This Franciscan priest alluded to faith failing, relationships failing, career failing, and inevitably, health failing. He suggested, like Camus of Sisyphus, it is the pauses of thought thinking itself in the midst of numbing senseless world-wearying shenanigans that we might find an oasis insight of passing sanity in the parched sands of contemporary culture.

I liked him for that. Then. And now.
People often wonder why there appears to be no progress in philosophy, unlike in natural science, and why it is that after some three millenniums of philosophical activity no dramatic changes seem to have been made to the questions philosophers ask. The reason is because people keep asking the same questions and perplexed by the same difficulties. Wittgenstein puts the point rather directly: “Philosophy hasn’t made any progress? If somebody scratches the spot where he has an itch, do we have to see some progress?” Philosophy scratches at the various itches we have, not in order that we might find some cure for what ails us, but in order to scratch in the right place and begin to understand why we engage in such apparently irritating activity. Philosophy is not Neosporin. It is not some healing balm. It is an irritant, which is why Socrates described himself as a gadfly. 
This is one way of approaching the question of life’s meaning. Human beings have been asking the same kinds of questions for millenniums and this is not an error. It testifies to the fact that human being are rightly perplexed by their lives. The mistake is to believe that there is an answer to the question of life’s meaning. As Douglas Adams established quite some time ago, the answer to the question of life, the universe and everything will always be “42” or some variation of 42. Namely, it will be something really rather disappointing.  
The point, then, is not to seek an answer to the meaning of life, but to continue to ask the question. This is what Frank did in his life and teaching. David Ellis tells a story of when Frank was in hospital, and a friend came to visit him. When the friend could not find Frank’s room, he asked a nurse where he might find Professor Cioffi. “Oh,” the nurse replied, “you mean the patient that knows all the answers.” At which point, a voice was heard from under some nearby bedclothes, “No, I know all the questions.”  
We don’t need an answer to the question of life’s meaning, just as we don’t need a theory of everything. What we need are multifarious descriptions of many things, further descriptions of phenomena that change the aspect under which they are seen, that light them up and let us see them anew. That is what Frank was doing with his quotations, with his rich variety of particulars. They allow us to momentarily clarify and focus the bewilderment that is often what passes for our “inner life” and give us an overview on things. We might feel refreshed and illuminated, even slightly transformed, but it doesn’t mean we are going to stop scratching that itch. In 1948, Wittgenstein wrote, “When you are philosophizing you have to descend into primeval chaos and feel at home there.” 
(--from, THE STONEThere Is No Theory of Everything, By http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/09/12/there-is-no-theory-of-everything/?emc=eta1&_r=0 
On Friday we had the final forum of our course on Philosophy and Code of the Warrior with men at Maine State Prison. Chris' shakuhachi flute opened the session toward silence. Four men presented their thoughts and findings. Discussion and personal experience followed.

Including, from Pierre Hadot's Philosophy as a Way of Life (1995), this fragment:
Spiritual exercises are required for the healing of the soul. Like the Stoics, the Epicurians advise us to meditate upon and assimilate, "day and night," brief aphorisms or summaries which will allow us to keep the fundamental dogmas "at hand." For instance, there is the well-known tetrapharmakos. or four-fold healing formula: "God presents no fears, death no worries. And while good is readily attainable, evil is readily endurable."                             (Hadot, p.87)
Philosophy is not the knowing of truth; it is the love of wisdom.

Wisdom goes through uncertainty and failure as water through the best-laid roofs, until it comes to rest on our willingness to speak to one another with an open trying to find our own way through everything we see.

No theory.

Just our experience of everything.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

reading zen master on prayer at practice tonight

Remembrance

Means

Embodying 

What comes to mind

Now and forever

Happy New Year!

Saturday, September 12, 2015

dialogue with a student

re mindfulness and reincarnation
1. "I pass someone on the street, or in a store and we make eye contact, and these is a feeling of connection that we experience that goes deeper than acknowledgment of each other's presence."
2. What could someone have possibly done to be born into some of the horrendous suffering that exists in this world? (KO)
...
re 1: That kind of experience is riveting. You just “know" there's a connection, but unsure how, where, when. It is a ponderable moment.
re 2: Also a perplexing consideration.
I prefer (reading your words) to think of it this way: If pleasure/pain, joy/sorrow, safe/endangered are mirror images of one another, the front/back of hand -- you might argue that our ordinary preference for one over the other is a natural (and quite reasonable) preference.
And yet, we might be viewing karma in a narrow manner -- as punishment or reward. If karma, as defined, is: 
karma |ˈkärmənoun(in Hinduism and Buddhismthe sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences.• informal destiny or fate, following as effect from cause.
...then we might look at the words "sum" and "person" for perspective.
Sum suggests whole. Person suggests "sounding through" (its literal translation from Latin 'per' 'sona'.) 
By limiting the effects of karma to only "my" limited experience, my life, my circumstance -- I am in a quandary as to why I am suffering unpleasant effects from what causes -- what in heaven's name did I do? 
Is it possible that we are too narrowly defining "I, my, me" and missing a wider plausibility? That plausibility asks: Is there not meanness in the world? Do not some individuals choose to hurt other individuals? Are not some of us mostly insensitive to the dignity and honor due to each individual? 
What I am suggesting is that the karma any individual does experience might be the result of the participatory and interconnected nature of existence, a quality of existence we are mostly unaware of, and that I am experiencing not only my karmic effects but also the karmic effects of others.
And here's the kicker: If we choose to hold that somehow God or Karma have a hand in our lives, is it possible that there is a portioning out of difficult effects to those deemed ready or strong enough to take on troubling circumstances (poverty, illness, mistreatment) so as to transform the ill-effects of these factors into beneficial effects going forward? Do we have a hand in the ongoing transformation or purification of existence for the benefit of all? Is there some complicity on our part as individuals to (consciously? unconsciously?) take on some of what the "world" dishes out as dirt and hurt for the purpose of hearing and helping?
To push the metaphor further: Is this what Christ in his way, or Buddha in his, or Edith Stein in her way, or Rachel Corrie in hers -- were doing, taking on, embodying, transforming, and moving through for others?
If Jose Ortega y Gassett is right ("I am I and my circumstances,") -- might there be many among us who by their awareness, affirmation, and attentive presence are carrying burdens that seem too large for their personal well-being, but suggesting of a grace and dignity and generosity that fills us with compassion and the desire to serve?
I don't know. Just asking.
(Thanks for prompting me into this philosophical meditation!)
--bh

prescinding after the whole

poetry is 

what is

speaking 

itself

philosophy 

writ 

small 

and full 

with feeling

Friday, September 11, 2015

who wants to know?

So many were murdered 14 years ago today.

By whom?

Thursday, September 10, 2015

they're ok

"Nothing is itself taken alone. Things are because of interrelations or interactions." (Wallace Stevens, in Adagia)

Itself, taken alone, is nothing. 

God.

Emptiness, shunyata, is itself nothing alone.

How is it we fear God?

How is it we fear nothingness?

How are things?

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Un fathom able

All
Of a sudden

Everything
Slips away

Neither
Here nor there

talking with friend on porch after midnight

The mind is complicated. There is no out-smarting it. Only, ask for what is within your whole being to see clearly, acknowledge simply, and forgive kindly what mind manipulates.

Monday, September 07, 2015

poetry as prelude to and postlude following meditative philosophy

Sometimes we have to hear something two or three times.
Poem by Jeremy Radin - “As My Father Has His Heart Attack...”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cn0fQLUSgLw
Even then, the questions that linger still sit in the dark on the porch. 

Sunday, September 06, 2015

Labor Day eve

Heavy lids.
Shainberg: Kyudo Roshi likens the breath during zazen to a windshield wiper, each inhalation and exhalation simply cleaning the dust from one's mind the way the wiper cleans a windshield. 
Matthiessen: Kyudo's teacher, Soen, always cried, "FEET ON THE GROUND!" Eido Roshi too. They seemed to despise so-called "mystical experience," knowing that in feet-on-the-ground practice you really are living moment after moment, breath after breath, moment-by-moment awakening of mind, and in such a condition an opening is almost inevitable, so why talk about it? These teachers, of course, are not repudiating realization. They're simply saying: Pay attention to this moment. Clean your toilet. Have a cup of tea. I could give teisho for a hundred years and all I'm ever teaching, in the end, is moment-by-moment awakening of mind. Again: Pay attention to this moment. Right here! Now! Pay attention! Pay attention! Pay attention!

(from, Emptying the Bell An Interview with Peter MatthiessenLawrence Shainberg,Tricucle, Fall 1993)  http://www.tricycle.com/special-section/emptying-bell 
All those beings? May they be happy, safe, free, and come to dwell in their true home! 

Saturday, September 05, 2015

people from away; to move, to shift, Latin: migrare; move from one place to another

Let them in.

 They leave the ugly looking for the lovely.

 If too crowded for you,
    or too much,
          then leave.

 Try to go where no hurt is.

 Where?

Friday, September 04, 2015

suicide longs to be rid of false self but mistakes it for True Self

Get a holon* yourself!

Be part and whole simultaneously.

What Krishna is to Vishnu.

Christ to Godhead.

Atman to Brahman.

This to that.


Inmates are no strangers to the thought of suicide.

So we spoke, this morning in prison, as no strangers.

Thursday, September 03, 2015

when did you first notice?

One U.S. man kills one U.S. citizen & gets life in prison. 

His country kills 250,000+ Iraqis in similar robbery and . . . nothing.  

He's confused.

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

what do you want me to do?

Meaning.

The men need meaning.

Prison need not throw away meaning.

A meaningless life ripples out to every street.

Change this.

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

New year; orange moon

Try to remember.

And if so, follow.

It was, goes the simplistic argument, a simpler time.

Monday, August 31, 2015

each; step

Born, we say. Someone was born today.

So we walk the mountain.

The long loop.


The joy of someone’s birth is the earth underfoot and the mind alert to the gift of time-being what it is.


The earth.

An aesthetic solitude.

Expression.

awareness, thought and Interaction

Do you think it still matters if someone believes in God or not?

I’m uncertain it matters, belief. 

Appreciation and awareness, yes.  And kindness and respect.

For what is.
“I spent many years of my life sad about there being no divine meaning, but having learned the history of doubt and unbelief, and thought it over for the next decade and a half, that issue isn’t on the table for me, in that way, any more. What I believe now is that we think we have a meaning problem because we recently got out of a relationship with a character named God, whose given traits included being the source of human meaning. 
“Most people through history have not believed in an afterlife: We have records of the first time the ideas of an afterlife appeared in our culture and others, which means that people before lived without an afterlife. You don’t hear them calling death an abyss. The horror we have about there being no afterlife is entirely local to people from a culture that used to believe that everyone went on living after death, and these are an absurd anomaly. 
“If I ask myself ‘What is life for?’ I have to answer: ‘Wrong question.’ You don’t ask how your foot knows to push the blood in your toes back up to your heart. It happens, but your foot doesn’t know how it knows to do it. Life isn’t for anything, but it does matter. We are a witness to the universe. We are the witnesses to each other. We believe each other into being. We generate things and people that matter to us and to others. Human life is such a bizarre, endlessly complex riot of emotions and processes; it is amazing to be one.” 
(--Jennifer Michael Hecht, author of Doubt, in I Asked Atheists How They Find Meaning In A Purposeless Universe, (If there’s no afterlife or reason for the universe, how do you make your life matter? Warning: The last answer may break your heart.) By Tom Chivershttp://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article42597.htm#.Vc07kS1i_mA.gmail
And one respondent to the article wrote:
I am fortunate, thankfully, to have had a profound experience, one that gave me a totally new perception on life. I am now 74 years old, but I now look at my age in a more realistic way. In other words, I am enjoying my 74th trip around the sun! You see, time has a total new meaning to me. From where I look and listen is quite different from where I think. What believers in religion call the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit to me are now called awareness, thought and Interaction with nature and other human beings. I no longer identify with any ideology, religious or political. I dropped all that baggage instantaneously. If that is what Moses, Jesus and others came in contact with, I am overjoyed. I feel like a wave on the ocean that suddenly realizes it is one with the ocean. If this is what death is, I have nothing to fear. Amen to all of you. 
The conversation is important.

The prickly contumely by offended theists is unimportant.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

beside

Stoop. 
In all its definitions.
Getting down to it.
The Red Wheelbarrow   
so much depends
upon 

a red wheel
barrow   
glazed with rain
water 

beside the white
chickens. 
"The Red Wheelbarrow" is published by Carcanet Press in the Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, Volume 1, edited by Walton Litz and Christopher McGowan
A Sunday morning wherein there are no ideas but in things.


God is...

This moment

Questioning itself

This moment

Creating itself

This moment

Seeking itself


This moment

Listening itself

...is God