Saturday, March 29, 2025

behind all this,

 


some great happiness is hiding.
~ Yehuda Amichai








I believe in the ordinary day
that is here at this moment and is me

I do not see it going its own way
but I never saw how it came to me

It extends beyond whatever I may
think I know and all that is real to me

it is the present that it bears away
where has it gone when it has gone from me

there is no place I know outside today
except for the unknown all around me

the only presence that appears to stay 
everything that I call mine it lent me

even the way that I believe the day
for as long as it is here and is me





~ W. S. Merwin
found in The Shadow of Sirius 


Sunday, March 23, 2025

finding a deep, pure and gentle sympathy with others

 






The function of diversion is simply to 
anesthetize the individual as individual,
 and to plunge him in the warm, apathetic stupor 
of a collectivity which, like himself, 
wishes to remain amused.
.
The break with the big group is compensated
 by enrollment in the little group. 
It is a flight not into solitude but into a protesting minority.

 Such a flight may be more or less honest, 
more or less honorable. 
Certainly it inspires the anger of those who believe 
themselves to be the “right thinking majority” 
and it necessarily comes in for its fair share
 of mockery on that account…
 
They abandon one illusion which is forced on everyone
 and substitute for it another, more esoteric illusion, 
of their own making. They have the satisfaction
 of making a choice, but not the fulfilment 
of having chosen reality.

The true solitary is not called to an illusion,
 to the contemplation of himself as solitary. 
He is called to the nakedness and hunger
 of a more primitive and honest condition.

The disconcerting task of facing and accepting one’s own absurdity. 
The anguish of realizing that underneath the apparently logical pattern
 of a more or less “well organized” and rational life,
 there lies an abyss of irrationality, confusion, pointlessness, 
and indeed of apparent chaos… 

Interior solitude…
 is the actualization of a faith
 in which a man takes responsibility
 for his own inner life.

If every society were ideal, then every society would help its members 
only to a fruitful and productive self-transcendence. But in fact 
societies tend to lift a man above himself only far enough 
to make him a useful and submissive instrument
 in whom the aspirations, lusts and needs of the group 
can function unhindered by too delicate a personal conscience. 
Social life tends to form and educate a man,
 but generally at the price of a simultaneous
 deformation and perversion.
 This is because civil society is never ideal,
 always a mixture of good and evil, 
and always tending to present the evil
 in itself as a form of good.

Often the lonely and the empty have found their way into this pure silence 
only after many false starts. They have taken many wrong roads, 
even roads that were totally alien to their character and vocation. 
They have repeatedly contradicted themselves and their own inmost truth.
.
One has to be born into solitude carefully,
 patiently and after long delay, out of the womb of society.

The price of fidelity in such a task is a completely dedicated humility —
 an emptiness of heart in which self-assertion has no place.

 For if he is not empty
 and undivided in his own inmost soul, the solitary will be nothing more than
 an individualist. And in that case, his non-conformity is nothing but an act
 of rebellion: the substitution of idols and illusions of his own choosing
 for those chosen by society. 
And this, of course, is the greatest of dangers… 

 one who has been found by solitude,
 and invited to enter it, and has entered freely, falls into the desert
 the way a ripe fruit falls out of a tree. It does not matter what kind
 of a desert it may be: in the midst of men or far from them. 
It is the one vast desert of emptiness 
which belongs to no one and to everyone.

True solitude is not mere separateness.

 It tends only to unity.
 The true solitary does not renounce anything
 that is basic and human about his relationship to other men.

 He is deeply united to them —
 all the more deeply because
 he is no longer entranced by marginal concerns. 
What he renounces is the superficial imagery and the trite symbolism
 that pretend to make the relationship more genuine and more fruitful.
.
One who is called to solitude
 is called to emptiness. 

And in this emptiness he does not find points upon which to base 
a contrast between himself and others. On the contrary, he realizes, 
though perhaps confusedly, that he has entered into a solitude
 that is really shared by everyone. 

It is not that he is solitary while everybody else is social:
 but that everyone is solitary, in a solitude masked by that symbolism
 which they use to cheat and counteract their solitariness.

The solitary is one who is aware of solitude in himself 
as a basic and inevitable human reality, not just as something
 which affects him as an isolated individual. 

Hence his solitude is the foundation of a deep, 
pure and gentle sympathy with all other men.




~ Thomas Merton
from Notes for a Philosophy of a Solitude
found in the collection Disputed Questions
with thanks to 
The Marginalian by Maria Popova



Tuesday, March 18, 2025

the sail just needs to open

 






On a day
when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a 
day.

My eyes are like the sun that makes promises;
the promise of life
that it always
keeps
each morning.

The living heart gives to us as does that luminous sphere,
both caress the earth with great
tenderness.

This is a breeze that can enter the soul.
This love I know plays a drum. Arms move around me;
who can contain their self before my beauty?

Peace is wonderful,
but ecstatic dance is more fun, and less narcissistic;
gregarious He makes our lips.

On a day when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open
and the love starts.

Today is such
a day.




~ Rumi
from Love Poems From God: 
Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West 
by Daniel Ladinsky


Tuesday, March 4, 2025

one winter afternoon








one winter afternoon

(at the magical hour
when is becomes if) 

a bespangled clown
standing on eighth street
handed me a flower. 

Nobody,it’s safe
to say,observed him but 

myself,and why?because 

without any doubt he was
whatever(first and last) 

mostpeople fear most:
a mystery for which i’ve
no word except alive 

—that is,completely alert
and miraculously whole; 

with not merely a mind and a heart 

but unquestionably a soul-
by no means funereally hilarious 

(or otherwise democratic)
but essentially poetic
or ethereally serious: 

a fine not a coarse clown
(no mob, but a person) 

and while never saying a word 

who was anything but dumb;
since the silence of him 

self sang like a bird.
Mostpeople have been heard
screaming for international 

measures that render hell rational
—i thank heaven somebody’s crazy 

enough to give me a daisy 




~ E. E. Cummings
 art by Chagall





the sight which regards the ebb and flow of good and ill

 





Through love bitter things seem sweet,
Through love bits of copper are made gold.

Through love dregs taste like pure wine,
Through love pains are as healing balms.

Through love thorns become roses,
And through love vinegar becomes sweet wine.

Through love the stake becomes a throne,
Through love reverse of fortune seems good fortune.

Through love a prison seems a rose bower,
Without love a grate full of ashes seems a garden.

Through love burning fire is pleasing light,
Through love the Devil becomes a Houri.

Through love hard stones become soft as butter,
Without love soft wax becomes hard iron.

Through love grief is as joy,
Through love Ghouls turn into angels.

Through love stings are as honey,
Through love lions are harmless as mice.

Through love sickness is health,
Through love wrath is as mercy.

Through love the dead rise to life,
Through love the king becomes a slave.

Even when an evil befalls you, have due regard;
Regard well him who does you this ill turn.

The sight which regards the ebb and flow of good and ill
Opens a passage for you from misfortune to happiness.

Thence you see the one state moves you into the other,
One opposite state generating its opposite in exchange.




~ Rumi
from The Spiritual couplets of 
Maulana Jalalu-'D-Din Muhammad Rumi
translated and abridged by
E.H. Whinfield
with thanks to No Mind's Land




the soul's awakening. freedom from the snares

 






Every night Thou freest our spirits from the body 
And its snare, making them pure as rased tablets. 
Every night spirits are released from this cage, 
And set free, neither lording it nor lorded over.
 At night prisoners are unaware of their prison,


At night kings are unaware of their majesty. 
Then there is no thought or care for loss or gain, 
No regard to such a one or such an one. 
The state of the "Knower" is such as this, even when awake. 
God says, 4 "Thou wouldst deem him awake though asleep, 
Sleeping to the affairs of the world, day and night,


Like a pen in the directing hand of the writer.
 He who sees not the hand which effects the writing 
Fancies the effect proceeds from the motion of the pen.
 If the "Knower" revealed the particulars of this state,


'Twould rob the vulgar of their sensual sleep. 
His soul wanders in the desert that has no similitude; 
Like his body, his spirit is enjoying perfect rest;
 Freed from desire of eating and drinking, 
Like a bird escaped from cage and snare. 
But when he is again beguiled into the snare, 
He cries for help to the Almighty.




~ Rumi
from Masnavi e Ma'navi (BOOK I)
Translated & Abridged by E. H. Whinfield



Monday, March 3, 2025

a person is not

 







First prevent what is lacking in merit,
Next prevent [ideas of a coarse] self;
Later prevent views of all kinds.
Whoever knows of this is wise.

...

A person is not earth, not water,
Not fire, not wind, not space.
not consciousness, and not all of them.
What person is there other than these?

Due to being set up in dependence upon an
aggregation of the six constituents
A person is not established as its own reality,

So due to being set up in dependence upon an aggregation
Each of the constituents also is not established as its own reality.

...

Through the elimination of karma and affliction there is nirvana.
Karma and affliction come from conceptual thought.
These come from mental fabrication.
Fabrication ceases through (realizing) emptiness.





~ Nagarjuna
from The Precious Garland of Advise


Sunday, March 2, 2025

wherever our lives intersect the dimension of the holy

 







It is difficult to probe the inward awareness of another being.
 The realm of what one mystic called “the interior castle” 
is wholly private and wrapped in solitude.
 But when we look into another’s eyes — 
even into the eyes of an animal — 
we may find a small window into that inner sanctum,
 a window through which our souls can hail
 and greet one another.
...
The act of making eye contact with another being 
presupposes a conscious self behind either pair of peepers: 
I see you seeing me, 
and I am aware that you are aware 
that we are looking at each other.
...

For me, soul resides at the point where our lives
 intersect with the timeless, in our love of goodness, 
our passion for beauty, our quest for meaning and truth.
 In asking whether animals have souls, 
we are inquiring whether they share in the qualities
 that make life more than a mere struggle for survival, 
endowing existence with dignity and élan.
...

Many people think of soul as the element of personality
 that survives bodily death, but for me it refers to something 
much more down-to-earth. Soul is the marrow of our existence
 as sentient, sensitive beings. It’s soul that’s revealed in great works of art, 
and soul that’s lifted up in awe when we stand in silence
 under a night sky burning with billions of stars.
 When we speak of a soulful piece of music,
 we mean one that comes out of infinite depths of feeling. 
When we speak of the soul of a nation, 
we mean its capacity for valor and visionary change… 
Soul is present wherever our lives intersect 
the dimension of the holy: in moments of intimacy, 
in flights of fancy, and in rituals that hallow the evanescent
 events of our lives with enduring significance. 
Soul is what makes each of our lives a microcosm — 
not merely a meaningless fragment of the universe, 
but at some level a reflection of the whole.

There is an inwardness in other living beings that awakens 
what is innermost in ourselves. I have often marveled,
 for instance, watching a flock of shore birds. 
On an invisible cue, they simultaneously rise off the beach
 and into the air, then turn and bank seawards in tight formation.

 They are so finely coordinated and attuned in their aeronautics
 it is as though they share a common thought, or even a group mind, 
guiding their ascent. At such moments, I feel there are depths 
of “inner space” in nature that can never be sounded.
 And it is out of those same depths, in me, that awe arises
 as I contemplate the synchronicity of their flight.
 To contain such depths is to participate in the realm of spirit.




~ Gary Kowalski
from The Souls of Animals
with thanks to The Marginalian
 by Maria Popova




causing and bearing each other's burden

 






We are the creators and creatures of each other, 
causing and bearing each other's burden.

...
I find that somehow, by shifting the focus of attention, 
I become the very thing I look at, 
and experience the kind of consciousness it has; 
I become the inner witness of the thing.

 I call this capacity of entering 
other focal points of consciousness, 
love; 
you may give it any name you like.
 Love says "I am everything". 
Wisdom says "I am nothing".
 Between the two, my life flows. 
Since at any point of time and space 
I can be both the subject and the object of experience,
 I express it by saying that I am both,
 and neither, 
and beyond both.




~ Nisargadatta Maharaj
from  I Am That





Thursday, February 20, 2025

facing the unknown

 





Fear is a universal experience. 
Even the smallest insect feels it. 
We wade in the tidal pools and put our finger near the soft, 
open bodies of sea anemones and they close up.
 Everything spontaneously does that. 
It’s not a terrible thing that we feel fear when faced with the unknown. 
It is part of being alive, something we all share. 
We react against the possibility of loneliness, of death, 
of not having anything to hold on to.
 Fear is a natural reaction to moving closer to the truth.

If we commit ourselves to staying right where we are,
 then our experience becomes very vivid. 
Things become very clear when there is nowhere to escape.

When we really begin to do this, we’re going to be continually humbled.
 There’s not going to be much room for the arrogance 
that holding on to ideals can bring. 
The arrogance that inevitably does arise 
is going to be continually shot down by our own courage
 to step forward a little further. 

The kinds of discoveries that are made through practice
 have nothing to do with believing in anything.
 
They have much more to do with having the courage to die, 
the courage to die continually.

Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over
 to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.

Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing.
 We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem,
 but the truth is that things don’t really get solved.
 They come together and they fall apart. 
Then they come together again and fall apart again. 
It’s just like that. 
The healing comes from letting there be room
 for all of this to happen: room for grief, 
for relief, for misery, for joy.



~ Pema Chödrön
from When Things Fall Apart: 
Heart Advice for Difficult Times
with thanks to the Marginalian


Monday, February 17, 2025

slip beyond





...love impels people to service.  If love starts with a downward motion,
 burrowing into the vulnerability of self, exposing nakedness, 
it ends with an active upward motion.  It arouses great energy 
and desire to serve.  The person in love is buying little presents, 
fetching the glass from the next room, bringing a tissue when there's flu,
 driving through traffic to pick the beloved up at the airport.
 Love is waking up night after night to breastfeed, living year after year to nurture.
  It is risking and sacrificing your life for your buddy's in a battle. 
 Love ennobles and transforms. 
 In no other state do people so often live as we want them to live. 
 In no other commitment are people so likely to slip beyond the logic
 of self-interest and unconditional commitments
 that manifest themselves in daily acts of care.

Occasionally you meet someone with a thousand-year heart. 
 The person with the thousand-year heart has made the most of the passionate,
 tumultuous phase of love. Those months or years of passion have engraved 
a deep commitment in their mind.  The person or thing they once loved hotly
 they now love warmly but steadily, happily, unshakably.  
They don't even think of loving their beloved because they want something back...
 They just naturally offer love as a matter of course
 It is gift-love, not reciprocity-love.



~ David Brooks
from The Road to Character



Friday, February 14, 2025

what lovers would not...

 






what lovers would not unite beyond belief and annihilate
their separation forever if they
had the power
to do so?

...

What lovers would
not want to die
embraced?



Meister Eckhart



Monday, February 10, 2025

The thief who became a disciple







One evening as Shichiri Kojun was reciting sutras a thief with a sharp sword entered,
 demanding either his money or his life.

Shichiri told him:  "Do not disturb me.  You can find the money in that drawer." 
 Then he resumed his recitation.
A little while afterwards he stopped and called:  "Don't take it all. 
 I need some to pay taxes with tomorrow."

The intruder gathered up most of the money and started to leave. 
 "Thank a person when you receive a gift,"  Shichiri added. 
 The man thanked him and made off.

A few days afterwards the fellow was caught and confessed,
 among others, the offence against Shichiri.  
When Shichiri was called as a witness he said:  
 "This man is no thief, at least as far as I am concerned.  
I gave him the money and he thanked me for it."

After he had finished his prison term,
 the man went to Shichiri and became his disciple.




~ from Zen Flesh Zen Bones
 compiled by Paul Reps and Nyogen Senzaki




Sunday, February 9, 2025

members of each other








The way we are, we are members of each other. 
All of us. Everything. 
The difference ain't in who is a member and who is not, 
but in who knows it and who don’t.

...

It was a community always disappointed in itself, 
disappointing its members, 
always trying to contain its divisions and gentle its meanness, 
always failing and yet always preserving a sort of will toward goodwill…
And yet I saw them all as somehow perfected, 
beyond time, by one another’s love, compassion, and forgiveness, 
as it is said we may be perfected by grace.

And so there we all were on a little wave of time lifting up to eternity, 
and none of us ever in time would know what to make of it. 
How could we? 
It is a mystery, for we are eternal beings living in time.




~ Wendell Berry
excerpts from Jaber Crow



for lost friends

.




.
As twilight makes a rainbow robe
From the concealed colors of day
In order for time to stay alive
Within the dark weight of night,
May we lose no one we love
From the shelter of our hearts.
.
When we love another heart
And allow it to love us, 
We journey deep below time
Into that eternal weave
Where nothing unravels.
.
May we have the grace to see
Despite the hurt of rupture,
The searing of anger,
And the empty disappointment,
That whoever we have loved,
Such love can never quench.
.
Though a door may have closed,
Closed between us,
May we be able to view
Our lost friends with eyes
Wise with calming grace;
Forgive them the damage
We were left to inherit;
.
Free ourselves from the chains
Of forlorn resentment;
Bring warmth again to 
Where the heart has frozen
In order that beyond the walls
Of our cherished hurt
And chosen distance
We may be able to 
Celebrate the gifts they brought,
Learn and grow from the pain,
And prosper into difference,
Wishing them the peace
Where spirit can summon
Beauty from wounded space.
.



~ John O'Donohue
from To Bless the Space Between Us

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