Sunday, October 28, 2018

Facebook deactivated

With palms together,  I have deactivated my Facebook page this evening.  I have mixed feelings about that.  But the level of vitriol and discord among friends is disturbing. I have no desire to continue in unproductive discussions.

If you wish to comment on my posts, please do.  But do so with a given sense that you understand my position.  You don’t have to agree with me, but I do expect some level of knowledgable understanding.

Be well,

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Desire

In the afternoon
Sitting silently
In front of Buddha.
I felt the need for a shot
Of whiskey. 
A strange yet appealing
Desire.
And then the thought
Of my lovely wife
Laying next to me
Came crashing in.
Stillness. 
Yes, thoughts and feelings
Are grist for the Zen
Of the moment...
Oh, my, don’t move!
It’s just a thought
Yet, captures my body
And wraps it
Like a tourniquet
Ever so tight.
So I just sit there
Like a statue
Realizing myself
As a human being.

Because of Darkness

Because of darkness
Light becomes us
Because of brilliance
Nothing can be hidden.
There is no other truth
Than this ---
Light and dark are one:
Abide with care in both.

The Coming End

Facing the coming end
Of my years, I wonder
What I’ve accomplished
And how I could have
Lived my life better.

I suppose its natural
To investigate myself,
An elderly man
Coming closer to his end.

Yet, it seems a pointless task
As there is no way to change a thing once done
And I realize nothing I can do today
Will matter much in the end.

I do hope I have been of service
I hope I will be fondly remembered
although I don’t know why that seems important,
Yet it goes.

There is no other life but this one
And perhaps its meaning
was nothing more or less than that.
Just to live in this body till it is no more.

What Is It?

What Is It?

In the morning
When all is quiet
I sit alone outside
Under the stars.

Coyotes howl in the desert
But, they sometimes bark.
And once in awhile
A falling star falls.

Is there a meaning
To all of this?
The natural order of things?
Perhaps...

I sometimes doubt it
Things often are just
as they are
For us to witness.

Wondering about it
Makes no sense
Better, I have found
To just enjoy.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

The Way

The Way is not difficult, although at times it can be. We often feel as though we have to be like Buddha or Jesus or our rabbi’s of old, yet that attempt will fail as we would be pretending. Our true face, the face we sometimes hide, the face we are afraid to show, that is our being. It is also our teacher. Anytime we step away from it, try to turn it into something it is not, we are disingenuous. 
The Way is a challenge for the weak, although if the weak attempt to followit, they will become stronger.They will do so because that is the natural outcome of struggle. 
While we ought not seek out struggle, life is what it is, and conflicts will arise. We may wish they wouldn’t. We may desire a life of serenity and ease, but that is not living, that feels to me like vegetating. 
For some of us, we believe all we each need do is smile and walk slowly and softly and everything will be peaceful. Perhaps for you, but the world around us is often on fire and no amount of smiling and soft walking will put it out.
As the fueko suggests, we do not practice Zen for ourselves, but rather for those who cannot practice with us. We practice to re-discover or, perhaps, uncover, that true face for the sake of all beings. This takes strength and commitment, what we in Zen refer to as “joriki.” 
Such strength doesn’t come easy or without cost. While the Way itself is not difficult, our willingness to live it is. The struggles in life are ours, no one else's. They are for us to engage, work through, and resolve. In doing so we move from the “weak,” the “victim,” to the strength of a survivor and in doing so we have the potential to inspire. 
Gassho

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