what survives

Rexroth and son, 1955

A long lifetime

Peoples and places

And the crisis of mankind -

What survives is the crystal -

Infinitely small -

Infinitely large -

~ Kenneth Rexroth

photo from archives of american art

remembering rexroth

one of the leading poets of the San Francisco Renaissance, and he was considered a sort of father of the Beat movement, although he responded to this label by saying: "An entomologist is not a bug."  He said of San Francisco "It is the only city in the United States which was not settled overland by the westward-spreading puritan tradition, or by the Walter Scott, fake-cavalier tradition of the South. It had been settled, mostly, in spite of all the romances of the overland migration, by gamblers, prostitutes, rascals and fortune seekers who came across the Isthmus and around the Horn. They had their faults, but they were not influenced by Cotton Mather."

he loved California summer in the Sierra Nevada mountains, and almost every summer after that for the next 40 years. He said: "I have always felt I was most myself in the mountains. There I have done the bulk of what is called my creative work. At least it is in the mountains that I write most of my poetry. Life in the city in the winter seems too full of distractions and busy work. Who said poetry was emotion recollected in tranquility? I don't know about others, but I find most tranquility camped by a mountain lake at timber line.

Lying under the stars,

In the summer night,

Late while the autumn

Constellations climb the sky,

As the Cluster of Hercules

Falls down the west

I put the telescope by 

And watch Deneb

Move towards the zenith

My body is asleep. Only

My eyes and brain are awake.

The stars stand around me

Like gold eyes. I can no longer

Tell where I begin and leave off.

The faint breeze in the dark pines,

And the invisible grass,

The tipping earth, the swarming stars

Have an eye that sees itself.

The Earth will be going on a long time

Before it finally freezes;

Men will be on it; they will take names,

Give their deeds reasons.

We will be here only

As chemical constituents—

A small franchise indeed.

Right now we have lives,

Corpuscles, Ambitions, Caresses,

Like everybody had once—

Here at the year's end, at the feast

Of birth, let us bring to each other

The gifts brought once west through deserts—

The precious metal of our mingled hair,

The frankincense of enraptured arms and legs,

The myrrh of desperate, invincible kisses—

Let us celebrate the daily

Recurrent nativity of love,

The endless epiphany of our fluent selves,

While the earth rolls away under us

Into unknown snows and summers,

Into untraveled spaces of the stars.

~ Kenneth Rexroth
from Sacramental Acts

she who reconciles

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
of her life, and weave them gratefully
into a single cloth -
it's she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
and clears it for a different celebration


where the one guest is you.
In the softness of evening
it's you she receives.

You are the partner of her loneliness,
the unspeaking center of her monologues.
With each disclosure you encompass more
and she stretches beyond what limits her,
to hold you.





~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

I'm slipping

.

I'm slipping.  I'm slipping away

like sand

slipping through fingers.  All

my cells

are open, and all

so thirsty.  I ache and swell

in a hundred places, but mostly

in the middle of my heart.

I want to die.  Leave me alone.

I free I  am almost there -

where the great terror

can dismember me.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

from The Book of Hours

too many names

Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays
and the week with the whole year.
Time cannot be cut
with your weary scissors,
and all the names of the day
are washed out by the waters of night. 

No one can claim the name of Pedro,
nobody is Rosa or Maria,
all of us are dust or sand,
all of us are rain under rain.
They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
of Chiles and of Paraguays;
I have no idea what they are saying.

I'm aware of the earth's skin
and I know that it doesn't have a name.


When I lived with the roots
I liked them more than the flowers,
and when I talked with a stone
it rang like a bell.


The spring is so long
that is lasts all winter:
time lost its shoes:
a year contains four centuries.


When I sleep all these nights,
what am I named or not named?
And when I wake up who am I
if I wasn't I when I slept?


This means that we have barely
disembarked into life,
that we've only just now been born,
let's not fill our mouths
with so many uncertain names,
with so many sad labels,
with so many pompous letters,
with so much yours and mine,
with so much signing of papers.


I intend to confuse things,
to unite them, make them new-born,
intermingle them, undress them,
until the light of the world
has the unity of the ocean,
a generous wholeness,
a fragrance alive and crackling.





~ Pablo Neruda
English version by Anthony Kerrigan

 image by Chris Behling

 

 

 

to heal the wound

I think most of us have been touched

 profoundly by our situation, the reality in which we live, 

and many of us need a kind of healing.

A number of people, including myself and many of my friends --
we need a little bit of time, of space, of privacy, of meditation,
in order to heal the wound that is very deep in ourselves. 

That does not mean that if sometimes I am absorbed in looking at a cloud
and not thinking about Vietnam, that does not mean that I don't care.
But I need the cloud to heal me and my deep wounds. Many of us are wounded,
and we understand and support each other in our need for healing.

We tend to imagine that the lifetime of a person is something like
using your pen in order to draw a line across a sheet of paper.
A person appears on this earth and lives and dies.
And we may think of the life of a person just like a line we trace
across a sheet of paper. But I think that is not true.

The life of a person is not confined to anything like a line

 you draw,o not go in one direction -
direction of the right side of a piece of paper, 

but you also go in other directions.
So the image of that line crossing the sheet of paper is not correct.
It goes in all directions. Not only four, or eight, or sixteen,

 but many, many.

So if we can see through to that reality, our notion of time will change.
That is why in meditation you can feel that you are not traveling in time
but we are, we are eternity. We are not caught by death, by change.
A few moments of being alive in that state of mind is a very good opportunity
for self purification. Not only will it affect our being,
but of course it affects our action -- our non-action.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

with thanks to louie, louie

and all shall be well

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;

At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.

Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well




~ T.S Eliot
from “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets

we travelers

We travelers, walking to the sun, can't see
Ahead, but looking back the very light
That blinded us shows us the way we came,
Along which blessings now appear, risen
As if from sightlessness to sight, and we,
By blessings brightly lit, keep going toward
That blessed light that yet to us is dark.



~ Wendell Berry

at the centre

When I am at the centre of my unrequited love

I cannot hold it as an object

It has no sharp edges to torture anyone

I breathe the fragrance of the longing

and the longing has no proprietor

"O my love" embraces the great wide sky

as the night picks through the constellations

lifting necklace after dripping necklace

for the delight of my true beloved

"O my love" cries out from every pore of snow

and the forest answers a from great height:

.

"O my love"

~ Leonard Cohen

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I learned through my body and soul

I learned through my body and soul
 that it was necessary for me to sin,

that I needed lust,

that I had to strive for property,

and experience nausea and the depths of despair

in order to learn not to resist them,

in order to learn to love the world ...

Hermann Hesse, from 'Siddhartha'

 

dark eyes

My love and my yearning for home

ignited in the heat of this night

like the sweet fragrance of foreign flowers

fanning the flames of a fierce fervor.

My love and my yearning for home

and all my fortune and misfortune

now stand like silent stanzas of a song

in the dark mirror of your mythic gaze.

My love and my yearning for home

have turned away from the noise of this world

and in your dark eyes

have built a vast, secret throne.

~ Hermann Hesse

from The seasons of the Soul

translated by Ludwig Max Fischer

cannot be thought, caught, or sought by understanding

For silence is not God, nor speaking; 

fasting is not God, nor eating; 

solitude is not God, nor company; 

nor any other pair of opposites.

  He is hidden between them, 

and cannot be found by anything your soul does, 

but only by the love of your heart.  

He cannot be known by reason, 

he cannot be thought, caught, 

or sought by understanding.  

But he can be loved and 

chosen by the true, loving will of your heart.

~ the cloud of unknowing

the singing bowl

Begin the song exactly where you are.
Remain within the world of which you're made.
Call nothing common in the earth or air.

Accept it all and let it be for good.
Start with the very breath you breathe in now,
This moment's pulse, this rhythm in your blood

And listen to it, ringing soft and low.
Stay with the music, words will come in time.
Slow down your breathing. Keep it deep and slow.

Become an open singing bowl, whose chime
Is richness out of emptiness,
And timelessness resounding into time.

And when the heart is full of quietness
Begin the Song exactly where you are.

 

 

 

 

 

~ Malcolm Guite
art by Joyce Huntington
with thanks to whiskey river

 

 

you can go

There is a place you can go

where you are quiet,

a place of water and the light

on the water. Trees are there,

leaves, and the light

on leaves moved by air.

Birds, singing, move

among leaves, in leaf shadow.

After many years you have come

to no thought of these,

but they are themselves

your thoughts. There seems to be

little to say, less and less.

Here they are. Here you are.

Here as though gone.

None of us stays, but in the hush

where each leaf in the speech

of leaves is sufficient syllable

the passing light finds out

surpassing freedom of its way.

~ Wendell Berry

from Sabbaths 1998, VII

karma and reinforcing mental pathways

understanding karma has to do with the quality of mind in the very moment of action. 

When we experience a mind state of love, there comes naturally, along with it,

 a feeling of openness and love that is its immediate fruit; similarly, 

when there are moments of greed or hatred, in addition to whatever future results 

will come, we also experience the painful energies that arise with those states.

 Our direct awareness of how the karmic law is working in each moment 

can be a strong motivation to develop skillful states of mind that create happiness

 for us in the moment, as well as produce the fruit of well-being in the future.


Another dimension of the law of karma helps in understanding 

how individual personalities develop. While it is true that there is no enduring entity, 

no unchanging self that can be called “I,” it is also quite obvious that each of us

 is a uniquely changing and recognizable pattern of elements. This comes about

 because each of us has in our own way, both consciously and unconsciously,

 cultivated different mind states. If we cultivate lovingkindness, we experience 

its taste in the moment and at the same time are strengthening it as a force

 in the mind, making it easier for it to arise again. When we are angry, 

we experience the suffering of that anger as present karma and are also strengthening 

that particular pattern of mind. Just as we condition our bodies in different ways 

through exercise or lack of it, so we also condition our minds. Every mind state, 

thought, or emotion that we experience repeatedly becomes stronger 

and more habituated. Who we are as personalities is a collection of all

 the tendencies of mind that have been developed, the particular energy

 configurations we have cultivated


We tend not to pay attention to this conditioning factor of our experience, 

thinking instead that once an experience has passed it is gone without residue or result. 

That would be like dropping a stone in water without creating any ripples. 

Each mind state that we experience further conditions and strengthens it.



People sometimes wonder whether reflecting upon the law of karma 

will lead to feelings of guilt for past unwholesome actions. Guilt is a

 manifestation of condemnation or aversion toward oneself, which does not

 understand the changing transformative quality of mind. It solidifies a sense

 of self by being nonforgiving. Understanding the law of karma leads us

 to reflect wisely on the skillfulness or unskillfulness of our actions.

 In the infinite time of our births, through all the realms of existence, 

we have done so many different kinds of actions, wholesome and unwholesome.

 In view of karmic law, guilt is an inappropriate feeling, and a rather useless burden. 

It simply creates more unwholesome results. Coming to an understanding

 of karma is the basis for a very straightforward development of the wisdom

 to know whether our actions will lead to happiness and freedom,

 or to further suffering. When we understand this, it allows us to take responsibility

 for past actions with an attitude of compassion, appreciating that a particular act

 may have been unwholesome or harmful, and strongly determining

 not to repeat it. Guilt is a manifestation of condemnation, wisdom an expression

 of sensitivity and forgiveness. . 



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~ Joseph Goldstein
from Cause and Effect - Reflecting on the law of karma 

printed in Tricycle

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