noch einmal bitte

 from the cosmos, earth

from the earth, humanity

comes then christic whole 

die große stille

capturing stillness

each and every movement sees 

universe praying

needs (to be) thought about

 This:

 "To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive gods. This is why the poet in the time of the world's night utters the holy." --Martin Heidegger.

And this:

“The poet is the priest of the invisible.” —Wallace Stevens

Needs 

to be 

thought 

about. 

go ahead, go on

 hospice patient dies

disappears, goes off further

confounding those left

itadakimasu *

fifty five years gone

since drive to Nicolet for

Jo-Ann's vows ... taken 

...   ...   ...

    * Japanese, in a literal sense "I humbly receive"

a directionality in evolution

There is, they say, a band of thought encircling the planet. Not just the bits and data of internet cloud stringing every house and town from Russia to California, from Manilla to Iceland. 

Rather a realm of thought, conscious or unconscious, emanating from the evolutionary impacted emergence of human ratiocination translating consciousness into mental deliberation, theorizing, and opinionating judgment.

(cf. The Third Story of the Universe | Brian Swimme | TEDxBerkeley, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLJ-MSUQsh0.    Time 15:11)

For better or worse, a new phylum of evolutionary appearance that becomes an active player in the specific cosmic neighborhood of planet earth and its extensions.

 In the theory of Vernadsky, the noosphere is the third in a succession of phases of development of the Earth, after the geosphere (inanimate matter) and the biosphere (biological life). Just as the emergence of life fundamentally transformed the geosphere, the emergence of human cognition fundamentally transforms the biosphere. In contrast to the conceptions of the Gaia theorists, or the promoters of cyberspace, Vernadsky's noosphere emerges at the point where humankind, through the mastery of nuclear processes, begins to create resources through the transmutation of elements. It is also currently being researched as part of the Global Consciousness Project.^[19]

Teilhard perceived a directionality in evolution along an axis of increasing Complexity/Consciousness. For Teilhard, the noosphere is the sphere of thought encircling the earth that has emerged through evolution as a consequence of this growth in complexity/consciousness. The noosphere is therefore as much part of nature as the barysphere, lithosphere, hydrosphere, atmosphere, and biosphere. As a result, Teilhard sees the "social phenomenon [as] the culmination of and not the attenuation of the biological phenomenon."^[20] These social phenomena are part of the noosphere and include, for example, legal, educational, religious, research, industrial and technological systems. In this sense, the noosphere emerges through and is constituted by the interaction of human minds. The noosphere thus grows in step with the organization of the human mass in relation to itself as it populates the earth. Teilhard argued the noosphere evolves towards ever greater personalisation, individuation and unification of its elements. He saw the Christian notion of love as being the principal driver of "noogenesis", the evolution of mind. Evolution would culminate in the Omega Point—an apex of thought/consciousness—which he identified with the eschatological return of Christ.

(--Noösphere, Wikipedia)

I'm not sure we've ever come close to understanding the story, the mythology and imaginative urge, of Christ-reality. 

Is Mary the earth?

Is Christ the cosmos?

Is Jesus humanity?

...

Elsewhere --In her Monday poem email Doris sends William Carlos Williams:

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

                                                William Carlos Williams

….  ….  …

I respond: 

plum, tuckered, out

no, not forgiveness,

i cannot abide your cheek —

leave here, don’t come back

                               -wfh

I don't want to be harsh to the poet thief, after all, he seems contrite with a dubious delight in his caper. And maybe my haiku response will soften and relent and simply savor the good doctor's playful confession. 

Human thought, in all its myriad shapes and stretching extension, leaves us no longer at the mercy of elemental materiality and biologic viability. We become what we think. The earth becomes what we think of it and what we think for it.

This is not merely an anthropocentric or anthropomorphic  conceit. It is raw and serious impactful reality.

What question, what koan, is being presented to us for our practice as novices in this interstellar zendo we call "my life," "our life," "life-itself?"

The state department of transportation dumptrucks, layers, steamrollers, and men with shovels and rakes have moved past our roadside gate after asphalting the other lane of Barnestown Road.

This feast of Mary's Assumption.

This liturgy of Monday morning.

festina

 Prime bells across earth

The presenting of something

Not physically there

as these things go

For the moment no

Pain. And for the moment mere

Gratitude, for this

songs of hope and comfort

 Hospice patient breathes

Inside sound of Yo Yo Ma —

Simply passing time

august

good dog

 

companions in 12th century

 Poor Clare, she is, friend

Of Francis back when holy

Folks believed in God

nihil obstat *

 Nothing lasts

Forever

Everything else

Comes and 

Goes

….  …   …

    ( * Latin for “nothing stands in the way”)

finding out from death what life asks of us

 Somewhere, at 3,30 in the morning, someone is praying for the universe and all its inhabitants.

Why?

Excellent question.

I pray we’ll find out.

wander freely, the soaring cliff

He winced. Then smiled. As did the technician. Said, "We don't say that here." Laughed. "That's some dark humor." 

I said, "I'm from Brooklyn. Comes with the neighborhood."

He'd been telling me that 97% of the surgeries go fine. But there is a chance of not-good outcome, or even blindness. No 100% guarantee.

I asked, "In the case of blindness, do you sell eye-patches?"

Wince, smile, chuckle followed. Then, I suspect, compulsory wiping the slate clean of such (as he called it) "dark humor."

August 10th, 2022

The myriad differences

Resolved by sitting,

All doors opened.

In this still place

I follow my nature,

Be what it may.

From the one hundred flowers

I wander freely,

The soaring cliff my hall of meditation

Reizan (1411)

Meditation considers everything.

It's why meditation is not high on the list of preferred activities.

Their questionnaire ask what hobbies I had.

I neglected to list meditation.

Falling off cliffs must be considered. 

anima christi … cor hominis

 Suffer me

Not to be

Separated from you

nagasaki … kokoro … 心

with gratitude — gassho

 Where is my mother

Where is my father —looking

Everywhere — they are

mid-afternoon meditation

 sweet thunderstorm, dark

drops surround cabin porch, dog

goes inside to pray

asperges me

 Two dogs with women

Drive off to Erikson’s for

Morning communion