Sunday, September 17, 2017
poems and texts, Zen and others, source: another blog i like, 'Lightly and Patiently...'
Mind at Peace
When the mind is at peace,
the world too is at peace.
Nothing real, nothing absent.
Not holding on to reality,
not getting stuck in the void,
you are neither holy or wise, just
an ordinary fellow who has completed his work.
P'ang Yün
Being as Is
Food and clothes sustain
Body and life;
I advise you to learn
Being as is.
When it's time,
I move my hermitage and go,
And there's nothing
To be left behind.
P'ang Yün
Mindfulness
Spring comes with its flowers, autumn with the moon,
summer with breezes, winter with snow;
when useless things don't stick in the mind,
that is your best season.
Wu-men Huai-kai
Chang Chiu-ch'en's Poem of Enlightenment
春天月夜一聲蛙
撞破乾坤共一家
In a moonlit night on a spring day,
The croak of a frog
Pierces through the whole cosmos and turns it into
a single family!
Chang Chiu-ch'en (張九成)
The Essence
The bamboo shadows are sweeping the stairs,
Buy no dust is stirred:
The moonlight penetrates deep in the bottom of the pool,
But no trace is left in the water.
Author unknown
One with It
Long seeking it through others,
I was far from reaching it.
Now I go by myself;
I meet it everywhere.
It is just I myself,
And I am not itself.
Understanding this way,
I can be as I am.
Ch'an master Tung-shan Ling-chia
Pink Floyd , Childhood's End
You shout in your sleep
Perhaps the price is just too steep
Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test?
You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears, just two eyes
You set sail across the sea of long past thoughts and memories
Childhood's end
Your fantasies merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You find your eyes are growing moist
All the fears never voiced say you have to make your final choice
Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why?
Some are born
Some men die beneath one infinite sky
There'll be war, there'll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust
And so all things, time will mend
So this song will end
Foucault, Thich Nhat Hanh: links in inter-being, on analysis of "self"-not so far fetched really
link:
Foucault, LSD, invention of a self
Foucault , in this article, is mentioned to have spent hours under LSD at Zabriskie Point in 1975,
and he is quoted to have written that this was the most transformative experience of his life and
that after he burned his volumes II and III of his 'History of Sexuality' .
Maybe a good idea...
I had liked specifically his work on madness and the history of its definitions and the history
of imprisonment and "treatment".
It went well along with having read Cooper, Laing, all on anti-psychiatry i could lay my eyes on. Remember Mitscherlich, then Erich Wulff for whom i had worked for some time e.g. digging out stuff on Third Reich psychiatry. long time ago now.
Foucault, LSD, invention of a self
Foucault , in this article, is mentioned to have spent hours under LSD at Zabriskie Point in 1975,
and he is quoted to have written that this was the most transformative experience of his life and
that after he burned his volumes II and III of his 'History of Sexuality' .
Maybe a good idea...
I had liked specifically his work on madness and the history of its definitions and the history
of imprisonment and "treatment".
It went well along with having read Cooper, Laing, all on anti-psychiatry i could lay my eyes on. Remember Mitscherlich, then Erich Wulff for whom i had worked for some time e.g. digging out stuff on Third Reich psychiatry. long time ago now.
quotes out of an article:
Love and Liberation: An interview with Thich Nhat Hanh
"The self is made only of non-self elements, and it is the insight of non-self that can liberate us. We are made of non-us elements. When we look deeply, we recognize ancestors, parents, cultures, society, everything, in us.
A lot of Buddhist teachers talk about the principle of interdependence in abstract terms, but I found it very helpful to look at the specific influences, both positive and negative, that made me who I am now.
I think that the teaching can be made simple, and even children can understand it. This morning, we were led in a meditation about the family elements alive within us: “Within me I see my father as a five-year-old child, five years old, vulnerable. I smile at him with compassion.” That kind of visualization can help us touch the truth of non-self. When you know you are made of non-you elements, you know that your father is in you. Your father is fully alive in every cell of your body, and the suffering of your father is still there in you. That is the kind of practice that can bring the insight of inter-being, of no-self. It can liberate you from your anger, if you have anger toward your father, and so on.
Why do we meditate on these non-self elements within us not only with insight but with love?
Insight and love, they are the same. Insight brings love, and love is not possible without insight, understanding. If you do not understand, you cannot love. This insight is direct understanding, and not just a few notions and ideas. In meditation we allow ourselves to be shined on by the light of that insight.
Sometimes it helps to have an image so that you can truly understand. For example, I described to the children that it is hard for the plant of corn to see that at an earlier moment she was a grain of corn. But that is the truth, and if you really see that way, you have the insight of inter-being between the plant and the grain of corn. Because without the grain of corn, how could the plant of corn be? The same thing is true with father and son, mother and daughter. If this truth is touched through meditation, then hate and anger will vanish, and love becomes possible."
link:
Dropka, Cynthia Miller , poem
Drokpa
“Longing, we say, because desire is full / of endless distances.”
– Robert Hass
– Robert Hass
In another life, my father
must have been a nomad.
He drinks butter tea,
knows his way around a saddle,
turns the living room into open rangeland.
There are horses at the door,
nudging their big noses into the hallway,
familiar to him as brothers.
Everywhere we turn they are
stamping down the carpet, swinging wide,
sweating hard, and right in the centre
of that heaving bunch of muscle,
dad pours out the door like wind,
loose bridle, easy seat,
running like hell.
In Tibetan, dropka means ‘people of the solitudes’,
as if solitude was open country.
In which we learn early
to lean into the gale, to forage old ground.
He does not dwell long,
disappears for seasons at a time
and we came to realise the way he loves
is the way a horse makes a break for it,
steaming, impatient, expectant,
body corded tight. Horses like clouds
scudding across fields of grass, wild iris,
lashed canvas. He takes off, bad back and all.
His heart opens like a valley.
(published in Primers Volume Two).
link:
Cynthia Miller
must have been a nomad.
He drinks butter tea,
knows his way around a saddle,
turns the living room into open rangeland.
There are horses at the door,
nudging their big noses into the hallway,
familiar to him as brothers.
Everywhere we turn they are
stamping down the carpet, swinging wide,
sweating hard, and right in the centre
of that heaving bunch of muscle,
dad pours out the door like wind,
loose bridle, easy seat,
running like hell.
In Tibetan, dropka means ‘people of the solitudes’,
as if solitude was open country.
In which we learn early
to lean into the gale, to forage old ground.
He does not dwell long,
disappears for seasons at a time
and we came to realise the way he loves
is the way a horse makes a break for it,
steaming, impatient, expectant,
body corded tight. Horses like clouds
scudding across fields of grass, wild iris,
lashed canvas. He takes off, bad back and all.
His heart opens like a valley.
(published in Primers Volume Two).
link:
Cynthia Miller
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