Saturday, April 22, 2017

is it REF-yooss or is it ree-FYOOZ

I can-

not

see the

sense of

denying

what is

revealing 

Itself

before our eyes.

Truth is truth.

It is the

politics of truth

that curls it

into

appropriated

refuse

ethics’ ontology is cosmology

I’ve been

thinking

about rain

how it falls

this earth day

to earth --

seems right

Friday, April 21, 2017

what is the sign of the cross

yes,



that’s it

the sign

of the cross



is

what is



(how does

that change

your view?)

un-less

when I

die

I'll

say no

more

Thursday, April 20, 2017

the facticity and natural revelation of what is appearing; the don’t know is

In notes for talk to hospice volunteers, I notice I’d written: “We do not know what appends after death.”   ( 附加 Chinese = appends)

Perhaps I meant “happens” -- but appends it was.

Our life, in this use of word, is a writing. And the writing ceases. What appends the writing, we don't know. 

There is the suspicion that the writing, or at least the storying, continues. We don’t know.


It is possible that the “don’t know" is what continues.


By this is meant the “don’t know" is, itself, a continuity of narrative, only without the self-reflexive narrator mirroring back to its now former self the details and analysis of what used to be called perception.


Is it possible that the continuity of not knowing is the continuous? The continuous continuing itself with an awareness that does not double back to describe, with apologetics or justification, everything seen, heard, or done?


A straight-ahead encountering without doubt or explanation?


A 100% correct relationship that sees things as they are, accepting what is there in its being there, understanding one’s place in the facticity and natural revelation of what is appearing?


What relation does this “don’t know” mind have to mu-shin 
無心, (no-mind)?

"Mu" or "emptiness" in Mushin refers to an empty mind in the sense that distractions, preoccupations, fears, worries, are absent and are no more an issue for the mind, whether in combat or daily life. 
The concept of Mushin is identical to the Japanese metaphorical expression "Mizu no Kokoro" or the "mind like water." This mental attitude refers to a mind that is in total harmony with the Cosmos that it resembles a still pond of water without any ripples where the surface reflects a clear and perfectly undistorted image of the surroundings, like a mirror.  http://www.zen-buddhism.net/zen-concepts/mushin.html
 So often we worry about death. This is understandable. 

I will die, yes. But the where, the when, and under what circumstances -- these we don't know. And perhaps, it can be argued, we don’t need to, nor should we, know.


Except if we come to another way of thinking being, one that realizes this step, this breath, this glance is our final step, final breath, final glance.


Or might be.


I am taken by “don’t know” and “don’t know is”.


 It becomes a mode of moving through the continuous, a becoming which provokes thinking and no-thought in the same instance.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

as a loud and snarly voice leaves airways

Rain

Washes

Night

a good time to mull

“Darkness within darkness.
The gateway to all understanding.”

Tao Te Ching, 1

a matter of digestion

Is DT/45 the embodiment of Lin Yutang’s “scamp”?

This from “Philosophy Now”:
"Lin Yutang’s ideal is the ‘scamp’ – an amiable loafer who wanders through life, learning, loving, living. He is a good-natured Renaissance Man, dabbling here and there, connoisseur of nothing, dilettante extraordinaire. He is earthbound, a man of his biology and of his senses. (For Lin, happiness is “largely a matter of digestion.” He favorably quotes a college president who admonished his freshmen that “There are only two things I want you to keep in mind: read the Bible, and keep your bowels open.”) Lin’s loafing scamp is a profoundly embodied mind, not a brain on a stick. And most of all, he’s eminently ‘reasonable’ – a trait Lin mentions throughout, and points to as the very foundation of the Chinese character.”                                                                                 
(--from Mark Cyzyk article “The Importance of Living” by Lin Yutang, in Philosophy Now, Issue 119, April/May 2017)      https://philosophynow.org/issues/71/The_Importance_of_Living_by_Lin_Yutang
Well, maybe the ‘reasonable’ part is still to come.

non-existing since

For an hour
I look at
words

they say
nothing

I listen
to mourning dove
in dooryard

chanting
five note
antiphon

and it is
Easter
Wednesday

never
seen or heard
before

or non-
existing
since

can-
not
be

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

streethood

Where does someone go after they rise from the dead?

How odd must it be to wander into the realm of unforeseen clarity?

Tonight I have a slice of key-lime pie.

I say -- let the living unborn the living.

There’s no shame in not-knowing anything.

Just try to make a habit of giving spare change to a panhandler --

he offers you a blessing -- a new cleric after ordination to streethood.

Monday, April 17, 2017

slogging toward horseneck

Walking dunes and beach along green sea with windswept waves. One stride one stride one stride.

Hold 3 hour university class live online -- their challenges and responses -- commenting on one another's observations, 331 posts.

It is Easter Monday. Splashing.

It seems inevitable there will be bombs falling here or there.

Some new international romper room playground seeks mature mediator to quell escalating hostilities
among the children.

All are powerless to forstall the petulant provocateurs.

Sing psalms of variegated emotion and praise, night is upon us.

God come to our assistance.

Lord make haste to help us.

Dominos vobiscum

Et cum spiritu tuo

Sunday, April 16, 2017

into formless dispersion

It is Easter. With white dog on this deck in southern Massachusetts, we are alone. Peepers sound sun going down. Chickadees call their last messages  of the day. At far edge of large stone yard a stone Buddha in front of swampy stretch. Everyone is at another house for dinner. There were chips and triscuits a a few rolled up slices of ham from brunch and some Swiss cheese. A glass of seltzer and we call it good.

Solitude.

After monastery the loving chaos of small children, attentive parents, grandparents and aunt along with the zealous border collie chasing ball after ball was just enough encouragement to tumble into nap and decline of evening festivities.

A steady breeze erases heat of the day. Bare trees sway up high with falling sun climbing to tops.

What do I say about Easter?

The monks in conferences and homilies pastiched a wide and consistent picture. These are Catholic contemplatives who live the life.

No summary from me.

What stays is the German monk’s rercall of the only line remembered from 3 volume work on John. He quoted Raymond Brown’s writing that the Holy Spirit is the presence of the risen Lord in us.

I think of the Angelus: “And she conceived of the Holy Spirit.”

Time out of time.

The sun has leapt off tops of the trees into formless dispersion -- fading light blown by sea wind into darkening space.

Stone Buddha will stay atop gray rock in motionless meditation through the night.

White dog wonders now that we are back after a week whether he’ll ever eat at normal time again.

Cat crosses back edge of yard, stops once. White dog looks up, disinterested, curls on lawn.

And Christ, they say, has risen.

Peepers resound.

Wind chants through swaying branches.

It is a good day!

Easter morning

walking back

from communion

each step

belongs

to itself

Saturday, April 15, 2017

choose to be human

 Responding to Nicholas Kristof New York Times (15April17) opinion piece,  “President Carter, Am I a Christian?” I fall off retreat and write: 
Silly, trying to authenticate or derogate whether someone is a Christian. I’d start elsewhere: “Mr Kristof, Am I a human?” 
This Easter I am more interested in whether the spark of life that keeps me going is still firing, for one more morning. I’m interested in whether the current political ethos is really trying to build its power on the pain of suffering people. Or, whether intellectual exhaustion has finally called it quits on science, common sense, and kindly regard. 
I’ll take a beaten up, murdered, and resurrected spiritual activist like Jesus any day over the braggadocio sorry excuses for leaders who claim that richer-than-thou and worthier-than-thou are the new criteria for religious/governing saviors of the contemporary holy land of this country. 
For Χριστός sake, choose to be human!

night shikantaza

in the dark

no 

one

moves

unseen, unfelt --


Friday, April 14, 2017

know nothing but love

1.
"know nothing

but love”
wrote Thomas Merton (soj, 122) --

so many ways

worded well


2.
the bricks

this time

draw my attention --

they fasten

one another


3.
they pray now

for Trump (unnamed)

and

those who can

kill us


4.
unlock prisons

God

can do this


5.
too many

words for

Silence


6.
he delivers

his spirit --

a holy act


7.
we act

together

it is good

friday

... ... ...

(--poems at the time of monastery good friday service)

on retreat

There will be no formal practice Friday evening, Saturday morning, or Sunday evening.
The winter chapel/zendo is available for your use.
Peace to all this triduum time of remembrance and interiority.
And a releasing Easter to you!

all alone

Yes, as poet Gary Snyder once wrote, truck drivers do get up earlier than zen students.

Monk chants lamentation of Jeremiah after, in visitors chapel, woman with white hat wills against two others who engage in dharma combat with her whether to keep overhead light on. White hat wins. Light stays on. Two, vanquished, step out to cross to other dark side chapel.

I have it easy. I can close my eyes.

Afterwards, side chapel empties, white hat shuts light and steps into dawn where later, after zazen, a single bird alights on bare branch overhead as I stand still in its presence.

Or, what's a retreat for?

Thursday, April 13, 2017

(to be) within us

Jesus, you might say, is no longer with us.

He is (to be) within us.
19 Before long, the world will not see me anymore, but you will see me. Because I live, you also will live. 20 On that day you will realize that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you. 21 Whoever has my commands and keeps them is the one who loves me. The one who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I too will love them and show myself to them.” (John 14: 19-21, NIV)
As with God, no one sees Jesus.

One sees as God, as Jesus.

It’s too intimate and too hard for us to grasp.

We like Jesus on the cross. As victim. A cause of blame and hatred.

The spirituality is no blame, no victim, no new world leader.

Jesus is what is within us without anything other for us to worship and be saved by.

The word tonight was entrusting -- to put into someone’s care.

We won't find Jesus anywhere but in our entrusting care, our entrusted being cared for.


Blessing, itself, arrives a sacramental touch.

A reporter asked him how he felt. “excellent ... justice ... on the way” (Tony Sanborn)

    1. It’s nice when a friend gets good news.

      And so it is, 27 years later.

      Anthony Sanborn Jr. in Cumberland County Unified Criminal Court Thursday morning. Staff photo by Ben McCanna   --Portland Press Herald, 13April2017
      In granting bail to Anthony Sanborn Jr., Judge Joyce Wheeler said: “I don’t know how Sanborn was able to maintain himself ” during his decades of imprisonment.  (Man convicted in 1989 slaying of Portland teen granted bail -- read article))

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      It might be part of your job, but to us your updates have been a gift and a kindness.
    2. Sanborn's bail is set at $25k .. most likely be out in a couple hours.
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      Thanks again Sam for the great reporting and efforts!
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      Great work on courtroom updates by you.
    5. Anthony "Tony" Sanborn jr who was convicted of murder in -1989 is temporarily a free man. Judge to release him from prison on bail.

      “justice, on the way” https://twitter.com/SamWGME
    6. Judge apologizes to the victims family but says justice needs to be served
    7. Another hearing regarding the murder **charge will be set in April so detectives can testify.
    8. A lot of tears right now in this court room
    9. " I can not apologize to you right now Mr. Sanborn but I will grant you bail"- judge
    10. Judge says she believes the only eye witness had eye problems, said she was troubled
    11. Back on-- judge is discussing possible bail