Saturday, October 03, 2015

and what is today's practice?

Doctors Without Borders hospital hit by US drone in Afghanistan. Many killed and injured.

Nine shot to death on college campus in Oregon.

Ship with two dozen crew lost in waters under hurricane off Bermuda.

Necrologies for brown cloth ofm and white and black wool ocso indicate old friars and monks are dying daily.

OK, I get it.

I too will die.

I'll just sneak this nap as temporary practice.

Friday, October 02, 2015

nepsis and prosoche

Watchfulness and the practice of the art of attention, nepsis and prosoche. These are good words to name a new rowing dinghy if one were to name such a boat what one’s life (sei ikiru) presents itself as come  October.
For the ancient fathers, a basic prerequisite for genuine growth in the spiritual life involves a constant attitude of nepsis or watchfulness.  The word nepsis (νήψις)in antiquity literally meant to drink no wine, but by extension it also included the metaphorical sense of being sober-minded, sane, alert, and finally vigilant.  If one desires to not be under the influence of the passions, if one wishes to not be drunk with anger, with envy, or with desire, one must spiritually speaking drink no wine. The ascetic fathers are also referred to as the neptic fathers. This watchfulness is paramount because as Saint Peter warns in his epistle, “Be sober (νήψατε), be vigilant (γρηγορήσατε meaning stay awake); because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.”  If you are drunk or asleep, you are obviously defenseless in the face of an attack. 
In chapter eight of Ancient Christian Wisdom, I note that Saint Hesychius the Presbyter distinguishes between four types of watchfulness or of not drinking the fermented juices of the passions: (1) calling out to Christ for help, (2) remaining silent and still in prayer, (3) ruminating on the thought of death, and (4) scrutinizing the thoughts of fanciful notions.
(--from, The Therapeutic Strategy of Nepsis, in, Ancient Christian Wisdom), http://ancientchristianwisdom.com/2012/11/06/the-therapeutic-strategy-of-nepsis/

We are poor passing facts” wrote Robert Lowell in his poem Epilogue, “warned by that to give / each figure in the photograph / his living name

And then:
The non-dualist elements in Stoicism appear to be primarily related to the prevalence of spiritual exercises in Hellenistic philosophy in general, of which [Pierre] Hadot gives a detailed account. Important among these exercises as they appeared in Stoicism was prosoche or mindfulness, preparation for death, and the flight of the soul, all of which can suggest a non- dualist perspective.
Prosoche seems to have been very similar to the Buddhist practice of mindfulness (sati) (though not nearly so fully developed), involving a deliberate and systematic cultivation of awareness of the present moment. Hadot quotes from Marcus Aurelius:

Everywhere and at all times, it is up to you to rejoice piously at what is occurring at the present moment, to conduct yourself with justice towards the people who are present here and now, and to apply rules of discernment to your present representations, so that nothing slips in that is not objective.1
Hadot goes on to explain the ways in which prosoche is a fundamental preparation for other practices: it frees us from passions associated with the past or future, increases vigilance, and “allows us to accede to cosmic consciousness”2. As I shall argue later, this type of practice may work on a psychological level to reduce identification with the ego, provided it is performed in a balanced fashion, avoiding alienation3: but it is impossible to tell from purely textual or historical evidence whether or not this was the case. 
(--from, p.77, in, A Buddhist theory of moral objectivity, by Robert Ellis, 2001)
What are we looking at? Looking for? Looking as?

I’m waiting for you to answer me.

Angels help us! Keep us safe along this inquiry!

Thursday, October 01, 2015

Merci

La petite fleur des Lisieux.

Simplément.

Priez pour nous!

a good universe next door?

Philosophy entails questioning what we don’t know to see if there is any confession forthcoming.

Such as -- I don’t know this, but I learned something yesterday that suggests this is that.

Nietzsche writes under the heading “Types of my disciples”:
To those human beings who are of any concern to me I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill-treatment, indignities — I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, the wretchedness of the vanquished: I have no pity for them, because I wish them the only thing that can prove today whether one is worth anything or not — that one endures.  
(--in brainpickings.org, Maria Popova), https://www.brainpickings.org/2014/10/15/nietzsche-on-difficulty/
 William Faulkner, in his Nobel Prize for Literature in 1949 made these comments at his Banquet Speech (1950):
He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed - love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.  
Until he relearns these things, he will write as though he stood among and watched the end of man. I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.    
http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1949/faulkner-speech.html
I listen to Vladimir Putin speak about Libya and Iraq falling apart after their strongmen leaders were toppled. He says this should not happen in Syria, where a massive proxy war rages.

The United States feels like the Republican right wing Congress in its efforts to dismantle governance in favor of private capitalist corporate grabfests. Russia wants Bashar al-Assad to stay in place. It is hard to imagine what will happen next in Syria, in Palestine, in Iraq, in Afghanistan, in Yemen, in the halls of Congress.

The solution proposed by Congress seems to be to destroy Planned Parenthood and women’s health opportunities so that...so that...er...so that women would not take away the presumed right of men to control women’s bodies. If men can continue to do that, then the Middle East will be safe for...for...ah...men to control women. (Logic demands we arrive carefully at reasonable conclusions to  rational problems. Women, apparently, are rational problems for Republican men.)
One could say that in case of need, every normal and healthy woman is able to hold a position. And there is no profession which cannot be practiced by a woman. (--Edith Stein)
 What do Republican men need?

What profession do they prefer women to practice?

What, beside embarrassment and disgust, can one think about the congressional hearings by
the House Committee on Oversight and Government Reform and their questioning of CEO Cecile Richards?  http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2015/09/29/444528541/6-clips-of-audio-you-should-hear-from-the-planned-parenthood-hearing  

Cheer up. There are antidotes.

Poets.

One of them is poet e.e.cummings.

I like his suggestion.


    'pity this busy monster, manunkind'

pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
                          A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go

-- E. E. Cummings

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

really...I am

Something there is about Angels.

The...unknown of it, of them. 
The Catechism of the Catholic Church tells us, “…the whole life of the Church benefits from the mysterious and powerful help of angels.” John Paul II, in a General Audience, reminds us that the name of each Archangel reflects a facet of the nature of God. St. Michael’s name means ‘Who is like God?,’ St. Gabriel’s ‘power of God,’ and St. Raphael’s ‘God heals.’ To angels, God has entrusted a special mission with human beings at the center.  
(--from, Divine Office, September 29, Saints Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, Archangels, Feast)
If God is the hidden power of love, and Angels are the unseen conveyance of caring, then...I'm good with God and Angels.

Really.

I am.

neither rhyme nor reason

They say it will rain
I'll say it again, they say it will rain
But I'm not concerned -- 
I've nothing to lose,
I don't drink booze
There's a silver umbrella in barn

something calls from high in tree

Same sky east rises moon

Same sky east rises sun --

No, not true. This window

Facing east spins towards

View of everything out there

Seen from silence

In here

Sunday, September 27, 2015

where?

Perhaps, here.

When all have gone.


Here.

After walking.

In stillness.

And silence.

Just after noon.

Perhaps God visits.

arrivederci

Pope arrives. 

Pope departs. 

Just like you. Just like me. 

He says: be faithful, generous, and kind. 

We say: we will, some day. 

We will. 

Pray.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

did you hear

While sitting zazen

As breeze brushes branch and leaf

Earth alive whispers

Friday, September 25, 2015

give me a minute, I’m thinking

What if each person said yes to friend and family?

Said yes to stranger and enemy?

Would transformation effectuate resurrection, rebirth, reincarnation?

I say...

 yes!

Thursday, September 24, 2015

without cause, without why, without guile

Actuality is inexperienceable. Reality is experienceable. But the interpretations and opinions formed around reality are often delusory and erroneous. Actuality, being beyond appearance and formulation of thought, merely gives itself.

Heidegger's Es Gibt arises
Heidegger begins his “Letter on Humanism” by noting that our notion of action is too often narrowly thought in terms of cause and effect. Consequently, the human being is conceived as only an acting agent.  By action or activity one simply means the power to cause an effect—i.e., a causality.  As such, the value we attach to any being or activity is construed only in terms of utility, that is to say, what an act does or can do for a particular end or purpose.  Action in this  sense is merely a means toward the actualization of mechanical, utilitarian ends.  According to Heidegger, we are in the habit of thinking of action within the heteronomy of means-ends, a habit whose genealogy can be traced in the evolution of the idea of making-actual from ενεργεια (energeia) to actualitas to Wirklichkeit, and so forth.  One recalls here Hegel’s famous dictum:  “Action is the clearest revelation of the individual, of his temperament as well as his aims—what a man is at bottom and in his inmost being comes into actuality only by his action” (See Hegel, Aesthetics, Vol 1, p. 219). 
 (--from, Be Late. A blog by Paul Nadal, Thinking Being Human: Notes on Heidegger’s “Letter on Humanism" https://belate.wordpress.com/2010/11/18/heidegger-letter-on-humanism/ 
 Whatever the explanation, I'm tired. I understand the Pope is in the United States. I hope he has a good time. He seems a thoughtful and kindly fellow.

I wish the country he visits would ease up on killing people -- in foreign countries, in this country, in prisons, in an economic/political thought that some people are undeserving of life in an abundant society because they have little to contribute to its expansion.
In the realm of reality we have so much to strive for, so much conflict, so much complexity. In actuality we have nothing, there is nothing to achieve, there is the simplicity of nonexistence. 
Where we have the illusion of living is in reality, and where we appear to have nonexistence is in actuality, but where we have actual life is in what is next. We are neither the construction of the relative reality nor the nonexistence of the actual, but the crackling release of quantum potential, the fact of manifestation, the relentless energetic movement of becoming. 
The quantum expression is the actual come alive, an acausal, aqualitative occurrence. If we are to live fully in this new actualism, we must first abandon any belief in reality as we have known it by abandoning belief itself, and our belief in belief is anchored in the superstition that the known tells us what is next. This belief in the known is reinforced because we reside in reality, which is known, and in reality, the known informs us what is next, because what is next is more of what we know. The belief in the known, the belief in belief, cannot step outside what it knows. Once outside the known, we must face that all our beliefs and all of what we know tell us nothing at all about an acausal universe.
(--p.66, in What's Next After Now? Post-Spirituality and the Creative Life, by Steven Harrison) 
Pope Francis talked about Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Dorothy Day, and Thomas Merton.

Four hopeful people.

Nice going, Papa Francis.

Thanks for your visit!

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Teshuvah

Yes.

Returning.

Looking around.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

compline

"Do not hide your face from me, in you I put my trust."

Before sleep, verse.

handle

Re-examining “parasite.”

Better the Greek parásītos:
(in ancient Greece) a person who received  
free meals in return for amusing or impudent  
conversation, flattering remarks, etc. 1530-40;  
Latin parasītus < Greek parásītos one who 
eats at another’s table, orig. adj.:  
feeding beside, equivalent to para-  
para-1+ sît (os) grain,food + -os adj. suffix         
(--Dictionary.com)
How we go on.

(cf poem “Axe Handles” by Gary Snyder.)
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/248068

Monday, September 21, 2015

monday beyond twilight

I just realized I might not want anything anymore.

Music plays from front room.

A door closes from barn.

Daylight faded.

Moon over shoulder.

Dog by side.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

It's time

There really are too many people in prison.

Surely you know that.

Don't you?

Saturday, September 19, 2015

as near as near can be

The elderly man is growing afraid of more and more things. He doesn't leave home. His wife is unsure she can care for hisself without exhausting herself. Their longtime house guest pitches in. There's only so much can be done. Full Alzheimer's is near as noon to morning.

This is everyday. Everywhere. With so many.

Loving God means trusting what is taking place.

Trusting what is taking place is near to God.

Not far.

Near.

An old man's love of dogs near.

Friday, September 18, 2015

he says there's a straight line from schools to prisons

A man I know worries that police are acting out the fear that underlies the current insecurities of this country.

He thinks we no longer believe our best interests are important to law enforcement and political/corporate types who are acting from their own fears and ambitions.

I tell him he might be right.

And there we are.

Stuck in the middle of a sinking boat far from shore in a turbulent sea.

It is night.

Dawn, a long way off.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

And in the end...

Golden Slumbers,  Carry that Weight, The End
Once there was a way,
to get back homeward,
Once there was a way,
to get back home

Sleep pretty darling do not cry,
and I will sing a lullaby
Golden slumbers fill your eyes,
smiles awake you when you rise

Sleep pretty darling do not cry,
and I will sing a lullaby

Once there was a way,
to get back homeward,
Once there was a way,
to get back home

Sleep pretty darling do not cry,
and I will sing a lullaby

Boy you're gonna carry that weight,
carry that weight for a long time
Boy you're gonna carry that weight,
carry that weight for a long time

I never give you my pillow,
I only send you my invitations
And in the middle of the celebrations,
I break down

Boy you're gonna carry that weight,
carry that weight for a long time
Boy you're gonna carry that weight,
carry that weight for a long time

Oh yeah, all right,
are you gonna be in my dreams tonight?

Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you

And in the end,
the love you take,
is equal to the love you make,
Ah

Songwriters
LENNON, JOHN WINSTON / MCCARTNEY, PAUL JAMES
cf. video: Song, Paul McCartney, Golden Slumbers , Carry That Weight , The End