If I accept that I am an animal, I maintain that i am a human animal. Instinct wrestles with reason, personality strains against conditioning while appetite, need, and desire struggle under the illusion of self and in the shadow of death.
When I first lost my faith I felt as if I had fallen into a chasm and tried to claw and climb my way out. It felt dark and empty, with no sense of direction. That was several years ago, and over time I have come to recognize that I had not fallen into a dark, blind chasm, but onto a another side of the mountain with a wide, open horizon with possibly limitless potential. I previously saw only darkness because I was facing the mountian, pressing up against it with my back to the open expanse behind me.
This journey is challenging, but definitely interesting. There is so much to learn, and much to assimilate and reject. I am an animal with instinct and fear, a sense of self (often misguided) and a reason that wrestles with my intuition. I suppose the journey is to find balance between the senses and the mind. I don't think I will anytime soon crack the mysteries of life...but hopefully along the way I can enjoy what I can enjoy. It seems that life is far beyond what I can see, and possibly far beyond what I can imagine. Perhaps it is terrible in its truth and my hope for something greater is illusion. But perhaps not.
We want to know the truth until we actually know it. Sometimes the truth is just to terrible to accept. And sometimes we find it terrible because were holding onto illusions and desires.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Throughout my life I tried to make decisions that I thought were right. Sometimes they were wrong, but mostly I don't think they mattered. I told myself "this is right and that is wrong", but looking back I cant see that it really mattered. Life runs it's course regardless of what labels I assign to things.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Standing in two worlds, two persons fight to be
Can't see the line or if my foot has crossed it
The line wavers like a drunken vision as each set of eyes look to see.
Two persons can't be two when there's only one of me.
I'm pushed and pulled so violently it causes me to stand still
The road around the mountain left, or the road to my right.
Trying to walk them both I can't do either right
Stumble up, forget the road, forge a new path with my will.
But the will is tricked and torn in two
Illusions flicker and deceive
Resolutions form and fade
It's so hard for two to see and agree as one what's true.
Stumbling up this mountain, first left, then right, now up
In a zigzag pattern sometimes I stumble and fall back down
Sometimes I manage to stand still and reflect on my journey
Clarity like a mountain stream for a time I follow it up.
Clouds move in, and then the sun
Step after stumbling step I make my way
Though at times it seems I have no way
Knowing that at each fall, or rest - my journey is not done.
Consider:
If you want to become whole,
first let yourself become broken.
If you want to become straight,
first let yourself become twisted.
If you want to become full,
first let yourself become empty.
If you want to become new,
first let yourself become old.
Those whose desires are few get them,
those whose desires are great go astray.
Dao De Jing
Can't see the line or if my foot has crossed it
The line wavers like a drunken vision as each set of eyes look to see.
Two persons can't be two when there's only one of me.
I'm pushed and pulled so violently it causes me to stand still
The road around the mountain left, or the road to my right.
Trying to walk them both I can't do either right
Stumble up, forget the road, forge a new path with my will.
But the will is tricked and torn in two
Illusions flicker and deceive
Resolutions form and fade
It's so hard for two to see and agree as one what's true.
Stumbling up this mountain, first left, then right, now up
In a zigzag pattern sometimes I stumble and fall back down
Sometimes I manage to stand still and reflect on my journey
Clarity like a mountain stream for a time I follow it up.
Clouds move in, and then the sun
Step after stumbling step I make my way
Though at times it seems I have no way
Knowing that at each fall, or rest - my journey is not done.
Consider:
If you want to become whole,
first let yourself become broken.
If you want to become straight,
first let yourself become twisted.
If you want to become full,
first let yourself become empty.
If you want to become new,
first let yourself become old.
Those whose desires are few get them,
those whose desires are great go astray.
Dao De Jing
Sunday, August 08, 2010
I've just begun reading Fear and Trembling, by Soren Kierkegaard. Okay, so I've only read the preface, but this has already caught my attention:
"The present author is by no means a philospher. He has not understood the system, whether there is one, whether it is completed...Even if somoene were able to transpose the whole content of faith into the conceptual form, it does not follow that he has comprehended faith, comprehended how he entered into it or how it entered into him."
"The present author is by no means a philospher...he neither writes the system nor gives promises of the system, who neither exhausts himself on the system nor binds himself to the system."
These words resonate with me. In a way they give me hope, but not a grounded or dogmatic hope. Perhaps an intuitive hope. A hope for the freedom of thought - thought that strives for understanding but does not mire itself in absolutes or dogmatism. An active agnosticism may describe what I'm thinking.
I'm looking forward to hearing what Soren has to say.
"The present author is by no means a philospher. He has not understood the system, whether there is one, whether it is completed...Even if somoene were able to transpose the whole content of faith into the conceptual form, it does not follow that he has comprehended faith, comprehended how he entered into it or how it entered into him."
"The present author is by no means a philospher...he neither writes the system nor gives promises of the system, who neither exhausts himself on the system nor binds himself to the system."
These words resonate with me. In a way they give me hope, but not a grounded or dogmatic hope. Perhaps an intuitive hope. A hope for the freedom of thought - thought that strives for understanding but does not mire itself in absolutes or dogmatism. An active agnosticism may describe what I'm thinking.
I'm looking forward to hearing what Soren has to say.
What do I believe?
I believe that life is, but that life is no more meaningful than not-life. Life is to be enjoyed, to be endured. It is, and it passes, and that is natural.
I believe that we are self-aware, but blind. Okay, not necesarily blind, but visually impaired. We see poorly, when we see at all. There is so much we don't see, that we can't possibly see - and it is reasonable that we don't need to see it all. Our capacity is limited by our nature. Limited is, of course, a judgment that is relative. Perhaps we are free within our nature, and so limitations become less relavant. Also to be considered is the fact that we may not fulfill the potential of our natures because of external conditions and effects. It seem's that we are not free within our own natures, but mabye freedom is also a judgement that is relative. Are we free within our limitations, conditions, and nature?
Rambling thoughts - the stuff of beliefs. But how often are we aware of how rambling our beliefs may be?
I believe that life is, but that life is no more meaningful than not-life. Life is to be enjoyed, to be endured. It is, and it passes, and that is natural.
I believe that we are self-aware, but blind. Okay, not necesarily blind, but visually impaired. We see poorly, when we see at all. There is so much we don't see, that we can't possibly see - and it is reasonable that we don't need to see it all. Our capacity is limited by our nature. Limited is, of course, a judgment that is relative. Perhaps we are free within our nature, and so limitations become less relavant. Also to be considered is the fact that we may not fulfill the potential of our natures because of external conditions and effects. It seem's that we are not free within our own natures, but mabye freedom is also a judgement that is relative. Are we free within our limitations, conditions, and nature?
Rambling thoughts - the stuff of beliefs. But how often are we aware of how rambling our beliefs may be?
Friday, August 06, 2010
Zombie looking back
Zombie zombie can't you see, that image looking back is me.
Those dead eyes, not dead but dying, no recognition but it's me I see.
Wave my hand, zombie zombie too, why do you copy what I do?
I blink at you, and you at me, opposites the same.
With a sigh I turn to leave, but you don't wait,
you turn away - but the emptyness in your eyes did stay.
Those dead eyes, not dead but dying, no recognition but it's me I see.
Wave my hand, zombie zombie too, why do you copy what I do?
I blink at you, and you at me, opposites the same.
With a sigh I turn to leave, but you don't wait,
you turn away - but the emptyness in your eyes did stay.
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Masks
Even the best actors slip out of character.....no one can act forever, eventually the truth either slips out, or it explodes out!
It's both fascinating and sad to watch those close to you put themselves into a role, assuming a character that they hope will gain them the happiness they think they desire. The tragedy of the whole affair is that, if one assumes character and acts in a certain way that is contrary to who they are - they lose touch of who they are, and those whome they wish to love have to guess or read between the lines to find out who they are, what they want, and more importantly, what they need. To act with such fundamental insincerity is to harm oneself and to deprive others of the richness of the actors true self. It causes those who seek to have relationship with the actor to miss the mark; to never be able to intentionally or naturally engage the real person behind the mask. And so the actor misses out on the genuine relationships they crave. It also serves to perpetuate the condition of suffering that the actor is seeking to escape.
It takes great courage to be oneself, to be willing to meet and learn about oneself. And it takes time. To take off the mask you risk exposing yourself, and in the same way that one feels vulnerable when a cast is removed, the actor feels vulnerable when the mask is removed - but the true self is there, waiting to be revealed and to be expressed. Until we lay down our masks (yes, often there is a mask under the mask) we will struggle with broken relationships and unrealized dreams. And we will be like a negative weight dragging on those close to us. How can we hope to enter into harmony with our environment, with life, and with others when we keep erecting self-maintained barriers?
Although we seek to hide behind our mask as if it is a shield, the truth is that they become nothing less than a cage to our soul.
It's both fascinating and sad to watch those close to you put themselves into a role, assuming a character that they hope will gain them the happiness they think they desire. The tragedy of the whole affair is that, if one assumes character and acts in a certain way that is contrary to who they are - they lose touch of who they are, and those whome they wish to love have to guess or read between the lines to find out who they are, what they want, and more importantly, what they need. To act with such fundamental insincerity is to harm oneself and to deprive others of the richness of the actors true self. It causes those who seek to have relationship with the actor to miss the mark; to never be able to intentionally or naturally engage the real person behind the mask. And so the actor misses out on the genuine relationships they crave. It also serves to perpetuate the condition of suffering that the actor is seeking to escape.
It takes great courage to be oneself, to be willing to meet and learn about oneself. And it takes time. To take off the mask you risk exposing yourself, and in the same way that one feels vulnerable when a cast is removed, the actor feels vulnerable when the mask is removed - but the true self is there, waiting to be revealed and to be expressed. Until we lay down our masks (yes, often there is a mask under the mask) we will struggle with broken relationships and unrealized dreams. And we will be like a negative weight dragging on those close to us. How can we hope to enter into harmony with our environment, with life, and with others when we keep erecting self-maintained barriers?
Although we seek to hide behind our mask as if it is a shield, the truth is that they become nothing less than a cage to our soul.
I feel like a dog on a leash. I see the things I want and want to do just at the end of my leash. There they are - school, sports, teachers.....sitting before me. But pull as I might, digging, barking, even waiting patiently - all seem to fail. So I try settling into what is, but what is is so uncertian, so unreliable. Usually just enough to survive, but not enough to thrive. So, moments of contentment mired by harsh realities. No guarantees in life. And how easy it is to accept that when things are good. But when you want to stretch, to reach out for goals and dreams and the like, it is frustrating to find that a leash keeping you from reaching them.
Funny how things go. Last week I was on the top of the world, content,even excited with how things were going. Opportunities were just at the tip of my fingers...sad, sad illusion. Of course, what is more deceiving? The illusion of okay, or the illusion of not okay? Fortunatel for me, I've learned that feelings come and go: there is up and there is down. I still grumble when I'm down, but I also recognize things are going to change again.
Funny how things go. Last week I was on the top of the world, content,even excited with how things were going. Opportunities were just at the tip of my fingers...sad, sad illusion. Of course, what is more deceiving? The illusion of okay, or the illusion of not okay? Fortunatel for me, I've learned that feelings come and go: there is up and there is down. I still grumble when I'm down, but I also recognize things are going to change again.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
I don't need to be anymore aware of the need for God's grace to live a spiritual, holy life than I need to be aware of gravity to walk down the road. I certainly need gravity, depend upon it, without it even crossing my mind for a moment - and still I can walk a pretty straight line, if I do say so myself. It is no different when it comes to the necessity of God's grace, God's energy, for me to live a spiritual, holy life. God's grace is as all pervasive as gravity to the spiritual seeker (or non-seeker, even to the denier), and it does not depend upon us recognizing it. To say that God's grace is only available to those who give God proper credit is to attribute to God a superman-sized ego. Obviously, to recognize the author of life, to recognize the source of power and grace is an undeniable benefit, but is it essential or necessary? I don't believe so. The sun shines on the good and the bad, as they say.
In the biblical witness, the nations carry on their business operating within the grace and energy of God, mostly without giving credit or recognizing God at all; often attributing God's grace to other sources - until such time as he has sent a witness to them (and it is arguable that Israel's task of witnessing to the nations is truly more as a means of formation and instruction for Israel than for the nations). While it is clear that God wanted Israel, his chosen people to recognize the source of grace and life, it is only after God had taken considerable effort and time to reveal himself very deliberately to Israel. For the rest of the nations it was business as usual until such time as evidence and witness was brought to bear upon them. Only then was there a call to responsibility and accountability amongst the nations. And in that business as usual there was, inherit within their cultures, religions, traditions - a sense of the holy, a sense of morality. They sought to embody what they understood as the higher way within what they perceived as their own efforts, or even in dependence upon something (a god, a power, ancestors etc), and yet all of their efforts found their success through the grace and energy of God.
What does this mean? What am I trying to get at? That God is not an egomaniac. That the sun shines upon the good and the bad. That holiness is not the slave or property to any dogma or system. I copied my last post, Words to Live by from Ephesians, a christian scripture text, because it not only was formative in my life, but because I believe those principles, those values, are universal. While the text is tinged with a christian theological flavour, the concepts of honesty and love are universal. Life is not a slave to dogma or systemization, nor is the grace of god.
In the biblical witness, the nations carry on their business operating within the grace and energy of God, mostly without giving credit or recognizing God at all; often attributing God's grace to other sources - until such time as he has sent a witness to them (and it is arguable that Israel's task of witnessing to the nations is truly more as a means of formation and instruction for Israel than for the nations). While it is clear that God wanted Israel, his chosen people to recognize the source of grace and life, it is only after God had taken considerable effort and time to reveal himself very deliberately to Israel. For the rest of the nations it was business as usual until such time as evidence and witness was brought to bear upon them. Only then was there a call to responsibility and accountability amongst the nations. And in that business as usual there was, inherit within their cultures, religions, traditions - a sense of the holy, a sense of morality. They sought to embody what they understood as the higher way within what they perceived as their own efforts, or even in dependence upon something (a god, a power, ancestors etc), and yet all of their efforts found their success through the grace and energy of God.
What does this mean? What am I trying to get at? That God is not an egomaniac. That the sun shines upon the good and the bad. That holiness is not the slave or property to any dogma or system. I copied my last post, Words to Live by from Ephesians, a christian scripture text, because it not only was formative in my life, but because I believe those principles, those values, are universal. While the text is tinged with a christian theological flavour, the concepts of honesty and love are universal. Life is not a slave to dogma or systemization, nor is the grace of god.
Words to Live by.
"Wherefore, putting away falsehood, speak ye truth each one with his neighbour: for we are members one of another.
Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath: neither give place to the devil.
Let him that stole steal no more: but rather let him labor, working with his hands the thing that is good, that he may have wherof to give to him that hath need.
Let no corrupt speech proceed out of your mouth, but such as is edifying as the need may be, that it may give grace to them that hear.
And grieve not the Holy Spirit of God, in whom ye were sealed unto the day of redemption.
Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and railing, be put away from you, with all malice: and be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving each other, even as God also in Christ forgave you.
Be ye therefore imitators of God, as beloved children; and walk in love, even as Christ also loved you, and gave himself up for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for an odor of a sweet smell.
But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not even be named among you, as becometh saints; nor filthiness, nor foolish talking, or jesting, which are not befitting: but rather giving of thanks."
Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath: neither give place to the devil.
Let him that stole steal no more: but rather let him labor, working with his hands the thing that is good, that he may have wherof to give to him that hath need.
Let no corrupt speech proceed out of your mouth, but such as is edifying as the need may be, that it may give grace to them that hear.
And grieve not the Holy Spirit of God, in whom ye were sealed unto the day of redemption.
Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and railing, be put away from you, with all malice: and be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving each other, even as God also in Christ forgave you.
Be ye therefore imitators of God, as beloved children; and walk in love, even as Christ also loved you, and gave himself up for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for an odor of a sweet smell.
But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not even be named among you, as becometh saints; nor filthiness, nor foolish talking, or jesting, which are not befitting: but rather giving of thanks."
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Return/New Day
Goodbye, dirty days - though I may drag you out in a brown bottle haze.
The man I was is who I want to be.
Time to put off the old man and return to the new,
Man of character and principle - walking in the middle path...
I'm seeking the Way in the changes of each day.
Respectability - to myself first, and to those I love.
Restoration - what's within my grasp, without iron dogma of what's above
Return - to the principles and character that I held to be important
Realization - that principles are a guide, not a forced reality; that character is a reflection, not the reality. That reality is beyond the sound of my voice, the ripples from my actions, and the eloquence of my tongue - and yet everything is in contact with reality.
The man I was is who I want to be.
Time to put off the old man and return to the new,
Man of character and principle - walking in the middle path...
I'm seeking the Way in the changes of each day.
Respectability - to myself first, and to those I love.
Restoration - what's within my grasp, without iron dogma of what's above
Return - to the principles and character that I held to be important
Realization - that principles are a guide, not a forced reality; that character is a reflection, not the reality. That reality is beyond the sound of my voice, the ripples from my actions, and the eloquence of my tongue - and yet everything is in contact with reality.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I have to recognize and accept that I am deeply imprinted by my christian journey. At times when I try to cut what I think is the final string I feel compelled, gently to look back, reconsider and ease back into the emotive of my past faith. Of course, the cycle continues in that I don't loose sight of my lack of faith in the core doctrines of the faith (eg. trinity).
Clearly I don't want to fully break away from my christian past, even though I don't know how I could ever reconcile the unreasonableness of some doctrines in the light of the grossly political and carnal struggles that led the expression of the doctrines.
And yet, I can't deny that I did experience trans formative power through my gospel journey.
My faith journey has leaned strongly in the direction of Taoism and Buddhism. Taoism seems to resonate with me in an intimate way, and yet, I see the shadows of similar obstacles as I found in Christianity. Both Buddhism and Taoism were central in intrigues and struggles for power and favor before the Chinese emperors. Both appear to contain faith tenants that require, it seems to me, a suspension of reason.
In many ways I consider Christianity, Taoism, and Buddhism my 'three jewels' of faith. Each speaks to me and captures my imagination. In each I intuit and recognize a kindred spirit with myself. And in each case I am unable, or unwilling, to go 'all the way'.
I am waiting for clarity, and if I stare long enough at the christian and Taoist path respectively I can see a dusty trail winding before me. But I am still unable, unwilling to commit to either path. I don't want to make a mistake, to choose the wrong direction. I need to balance my family commitments and responsibilities with my faith journey as well.
The other day I went out with some people close to me - we had a great time, but more importantly to me I had almost a mini spiritual awakening. It was neither purely christian or purely Taoist - maybe that is an indication that to label the path is mostly illusion/ignorance? But I did feel a spiritual awakening. Well, oddly enough I entered into a conversation with the waitress as she brought our orders throughout the night and interestingly enough she was a Buddhist and yogic practitioner about to depart on her own journey to Hong Kong and beyond, seeking to follow where her spirit leads. As she walked away she looked at me and said, "you will be a Sifu". Now, I realize there is a superficiality to this conversation, but there were moments of social intimacy that was deeper than her just working for tips. And yes, she was likely just being kind when she said I will be Sifu, but never the less it struck a cord in me. For a long time I have known that I am happiest teaching and helping others. I trained for years to become a Pastor only to have the bottom fall out on me (loss of faith). After that I turned my mind towards a dream of becoming a Sifu, teaching Taijiquan. Caught between traditions, I have attained neither dream.
What is clear is that I don't want to do the job I am doing for the next 30 years. But, it is mostly a good job, although management is doing its best to make it otherwise. I am looking intently for another direction, one that resonates with those things that resonate with me most closely. I see directions I can follow, but am hung up on my sense of responsibility to meet the material needs of family commitments. And I am rebuked by the idea that I keep avoiding but can't escape, that until I live and cultivate myself as a sifu in the conditions I find myself, I will never find the path I am looking for.
Clearly I don't want to fully break away from my christian past, even though I don't know how I could ever reconcile the unreasonableness of some doctrines in the light of the grossly political and carnal struggles that led the expression of the doctrines.
And yet, I can't deny that I did experience trans formative power through my gospel journey.
My faith journey has leaned strongly in the direction of Taoism and Buddhism. Taoism seems to resonate with me in an intimate way, and yet, I see the shadows of similar obstacles as I found in Christianity. Both Buddhism and Taoism were central in intrigues and struggles for power and favor before the Chinese emperors. Both appear to contain faith tenants that require, it seems to me, a suspension of reason.
In many ways I consider Christianity, Taoism, and Buddhism my 'three jewels' of faith. Each speaks to me and captures my imagination. In each I intuit and recognize a kindred spirit with myself. And in each case I am unable, or unwilling, to go 'all the way'.
I am waiting for clarity, and if I stare long enough at the christian and Taoist path respectively I can see a dusty trail winding before me. But I am still unable, unwilling to commit to either path. I don't want to make a mistake, to choose the wrong direction. I need to balance my family commitments and responsibilities with my faith journey as well.
The other day I went out with some people close to me - we had a great time, but more importantly to me I had almost a mini spiritual awakening. It was neither purely christian or purely Taoist - maybe that is an indication that to label the path is mostly illusion/ignorance? But I did feel a spiritual awakening. Well, oddly enough I entered into a conversation with the waitress as she brought our orders throughout the night and interestingly enough she was a Buddhist and yogic practitioner about to depart on her own journey to Hong Kong and beyond, seeking to follow where her spirit leads. As she walked away she looked at me and said, "you will be a Sifu". Now, I realize there is a superficiality to this conversation, but there were moments of social intimacy that was deeper than her just working for tips. And yes, she was likely just being kind when she said I will be Sifu, but never the less it struck a cord in me. For a long time I have known that I am happiest teaching and helping others. I trained for years to become a Pastor only to have the bottom fall out on me (loss of faith). After that I turned my mind towards a dream of becoming a Sifu, teaching Taijiquan. Caught between traditions, I have attained neither dream.
What is clear is that I don't want to do the job I am doing for the next 30 years. But, it is mostly a good job, although management is doing its best to make it otherwise. I am looking intently for another direction, one that resonates with those things that resonate with me most closely. I see directions I can follow, but am hung up on my sense of responsibility to meet the material needs of family commitments. And I am rebuked by the idea that I keep avoiding but can't escape, that until I live and cultivate myself as a sifu in the conditions I find myself, I will never find the path I am looking for.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Jesus sought to provide hope in the face of life's struggles.
Buddha sought to teach people how to inoculate themselves from suffering.
Taoists seek to lose themselves in the natural flow of nature and life.
I sat in the dark last night. I didn't want to go to bed, and I didn't want to look at the illusions of decorated my house with. Funny, but my house poses its own illusions. I just sat, with my cat, and marveled and wondered how he constantly seems to find a state of rest.
Sitting in the dark, it was peaceful and a chance for quiet reflection. I have a relatively easy life. The slow dying of my dreams, I don't know whether that is good or bad. Of course, I wonder if good or bad is anything other than perspective conditioned by selfishness and cultural opinion. Anyways, my dreams are dying, or so it seems. And it seems that in many ways I am killing my dreams through neglect; that I am causing myself suffering because I am clinging to my dreams.
One question: why am I clinging to my dreams. I want to do this, I want to do that - but I don't do this and I don't do that to the degree that I can. In fact, I am woefully underachieving even in what is within my grasp. Which causes me to consider that maybe I am dreaming someone else's dreams? Or rather, that I am lazy and expect things to come without effort, without discipline. And maybe, if my dreams are really what I want, I would be accomplishing them. Or maybe, maybe, maybe.
Thoughts in circles, patterns recreating themselves, slowly resolving and reforming. Dreams, goals - they don't really matter. One breath at a time, moment by moment. And the cycle continues. Words follow words. Sounds with little meaning; sound illusion. Reflection, as a shadow.
Aimlessness is only negative when I cling to my illusions. Of course, if all is not simply illusion than I suppose I am really wasting my life. Life is moment by moment and what happens, passes, and what is now is now. Tomorrow is nothing but an idea held in the now. It appears that now is in a linear connection to the next now, but I think that there is only just now. Time appears to me to be another illusion. A working hypothesis that is effective for perpetuating illusions. It does seem that some illusions are essential for life. And that of course can lend itself to the argument that life is not filled with illusions - that there is something real, tangible, and real, intangible. But something.
And so the cycle of ideas continues, circling like a plane that never lands.
Buddha sought to teach people how to inoculate themselves from suffering.
Taoists seek to lose themselves in the natural flow of nature and life.
I sat in the dark last night. I didn't want to go to bed, and I didn't want to look at the illusions of decorated my house with. Funny, but my house poses its own illusions. I just sat, with my cat, and marveled and wondered how he constantly seems to find a state of rest.
Sitting in the dark, it was peaceful and a chance for quiet reflection. I have a relatively easy life. The slow dying of my dreams, I don't know whether that is good or bad. Of course, I wonder if good or bad is anything other than perspective conditioned by selfishness and cultural opinion. Anyways, my dreams are dying, or so it seems. And it seems that in many ways I am killing my dreams through neglect; that I am causing myself suffering because I am clinging to my dreams.
One question: why am I clinging to my dreams. I want to do this, I want to do that - but I don't do this and I don't do that to the degree that I can. In fact, I am woefully underachieving even in what is within my grasp. Which causes me to consider that maybe I am dreaming someone else's dreams? Or rather, that I am lazy and expect things to come without effort, without discipline. And maybe, if my dreams are really what I want, I would be accomplishing them. Or maybe, maybe, maybe.
Thoughts in circles, patterns recreating themselves, slowly resolving and reforming. Dreams, goals - they don't really matter. One breath at a time, moment by moment. And the cycle continues. Words follow words. Sounds with little meaning; sound illusion. Reflection, as a shadow.
Aimlessness is only negative when I cling to my illusions. Of course, if all is not simply illusion than I suppose I am really wasting my life. Life is moment by moment and what happens, passes, and what is now is now. Tomorrow is nothing but an idea held in the now. It appears that now is in a linear connection to the next now, but I think that there is only just now. Time appears to me to be another illusion. A working hypothesis that is effective for perpetuating illusions. It does seem that some illusions are essential for life. And that of course can lend itself to the argument that life is not filled with illusions - that there is something real, tangible, and real, intangible. But something.
And so the cycle of ideas continues, circling like a plane that never lands.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Gaia
As I was lying in bed this morning, ignoring natures call in a desperate attempt to go back to sleep I couldn't help thinking. From the dust of the earth humanity has come, and to the dust it will/we will return. I wonder if humanity is not a manifestation of Gaia, mother earth - a projection similar to a spirit dream. And in light of the tragedy that is human history, and in light of humanities abuse and rape of mother earth I can't help but see humanity as a sickness, or a cancer. My house cat, and much of the eco-balance in nature seems to be a more healthy manifestation of Gaia. Most of natures creatures live and die according to a cruel balance and harmony. Death comes to all creatures, and yet is death not a return of the nutrient aggregates to the earth, which is in fact nothing less than the replenishing of earth? The decomposition of life is nothing less than the fertilizer for new life. Humanity, in our ego driven lust has terrorized not only ourselves but all of earth - destroying the very resources and fertility of earth that we depend upon. In this sense I think of humanity as a sickness, a cancerous projection of mother earth, and in response to the cancer of humanity I believe mother earth will seek balance and restoration. How better to replenish the earth than to reclaim 6 billion walking nutrient and mineral components to the earth? By removing the cancer of humanity mother earth could greatly replenish itself.
I am having troubles expressing what I am thinking here - it made much more sense in the haze of sleepiness. I will try to summarize my thoughts:
All organic life, humanity included, is a part of the eco-life of earth. Humanity, as every organic life, is a composition of nutrient and mineral aggregates. From the dust of the earth.
Humanity, more so than any other organism, is destructive and out of balance with the rest of the eco-system of earth. We destroy and poison the earth and ourselves - we are a cancer upon the earth.
Perhaps we are a subconscious manifestation of mother earth - a parasite that is eating away at its host.
When we die, when all organic life dies, we return to and replenish the earth as our mineral and nutrient aggregates are returned to the soil, becoming fertilizer for new life.
In light of our rape and abuse of mother earth, it came to my mind that the return of 6 billion people would not only excise a cancer from mother earth, but would greatly replenish the earth.
My thoughts, in a sleepy haze, drifted to mother earth eventually restoring ecological balance by excising the cancer that is humanity, thus reclaiming the nutrient and mineral aggregates that we are composed of.
While this may seem to be a negative point of view, I don't think that it is. Many species of life have passed from the face of the earth. Is it arrogance that makes us think that humanity will remain eternally? We are from the earth, and to the earth we shall remain. There is a natural balance of life and death, with death inevitably contributing to life. Humanity is in many ways cancerous, and like any imbalance in nature we are, in our present expression, unsustainable.
Now, while I do refer to mother earth, I do not intend an actual sentience at the core of the earth. Instead I use the term symbolically - the earth is our mother in that we are of the earth.
I will need to think this all through more clearly, but I think the general idea makes sense to me - but to be honest there have been a lot of things that made sense to me that I discarded along my journey.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
A poem by Dr. Seuss
Congratulations!
Today is your day,
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.
You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains, and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.
It's opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.
OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!
You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sites!
You'll join the high fliers!
who soar to high heights.
You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don't.
Because, sometimes, you won't.
I'm sorry to says so
but, sadly, it's true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.
You'll come down from the Lunch
wuth an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.
And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're dark.
A place that could sprain both elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you should go in,should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quaters? Or maybe not quite?
Or go around and back and sneak from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long and wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most usless place
The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
NO!
That's not for you!
Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where boom bands are playing.
Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.
I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.
All Alone!
Whether you like it or not.
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.
And when you're alone, theres a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.
But on you will go
though the whether be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though you arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike.
And I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.
You'll get mixed up of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many stray birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with you left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent garanteed!)
KID YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Alenn O'Shea
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So... get on your way!
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Show me the Money!
I want to get rich cause I'm tired of being poor. Nothing original there, but lately the material bug has been nipping me in my sleep. I've tried being rich in character, but I'm finding the grind of my past choices have ground me into a grinchy, mildly nihilistic young-old man. I seem presently incapable of looking back on the past 10 years without regret of missed opportunities and wasted potential. That is no way to live and of course I will not dwell too deeply on past decisions, but in so much as they affect today I need to consider them. More importantly I need to consider now. What can I do now. Where can I go now. Do I need to go or do anything now?
Well, in considering what I am discontent with in my life I think some changes would be good, although most change needed is internal - my thought patterns, my clinging to what I think I want.
Step one, to recognize that what I thought I wanted in the past is what caused me to place these imaginary shackles on my life today, and thus to be more discerning between what I think I want and what I really want. It is surprising how difficult it is to tell the difference.
Secondly, I don't need to go anywhere or do anything, I am potentially complete within myself. The geography and decorations with which I adorn myself are only superficial in nature and do not add or take away from me beyond what credit I give them. Of course potential has a way of being missed so I need to be mindful of what value I place on the externals to my life. If I chase the externals too doggedly I take a giant risk of losing myself and missing the whole expereince of life because I am too busy chasing instead of expereincing/living it.
My life is composed of both the internal and external. The external is interpreted and experienced through the internal - body, mind, spirit. My perception defines life for me and so, if my perception (the internal)is poor or misdirected than my experience of the external will not be full and whole. In this sense, whether I am in paradise on earth or stuck in a dead-end city in Ontario is more of a matter of perception than geography.
Thinking just now, I need to recognize that the above is largely based on a spiritual/wholistic sense rather than the where and now of who I am. Inner freedom within the external is a place I have in the past dwelt and is certainly where I wish to dwell again, but the reality is that I have been bitten by the materialistic bug. And how did that happen? Because my perception has been pecked away by my attachment to financial security, family commitments/demands as they conflict with my professed dreams, goals, and interests. Clarification here, my attachment is to the desire for financial security in the context of my lack of financial security. Where once I rejoiced in my freedom from a 9-5 job I am now feeling the desire to be debt free, to be able to do what I want, when I want and so my sense of freedom has been lost to the new attachment - in fact I believe my sense of freedom is truly lost within my past attachment to freedom. I want to be free and am clinging to that want so tightly that I am defeating myself emotionally because the external is pushing against my sense of freedom. In short, I am not free to do what I want and so I am unhappy. How sad, that I can so bind myself with ropes I thought I had removed.
Step three - and this is tied to step one - recognize that I am not doing what I think I want to the extent that I am presently able. For example, while I cannot presently attend classes under the tutalage of my sifu, I could be practicing what I already know at home. I want to grow deeper in my practice, but curiously I am not practicing even what I know. So, if I am not doing the little that I can it is likely I will not apply myelf to greater opportunities if they arise, nor will I be prepared for them. Little steps will cross the distance as surely as a giant leap, just not as quickly. However, without a consistant application of little steps I will not have built up the strenght and endurance for a giant leap if opportunity presents itself. So, consistant application and discipline in the little things I can do now, with an unclinging eye to what/where I want to be later.
Step four - despite how I may see things when I am feeling discouraged my past is not wasted regardless of what it was. There are always things to build upon, and not all expereinces that felt bad at the time were in fact bad. Having changed directions from the pastoral track I am often guilty of looking upon my theologicaly based education as being essentially worthless now. However, what I need to do is accept that it contributed to my personal formation and to find out how it can be applied to my current situation and future goals. Education is only wasted if the educated has failed to learn how to think. There is a sense in which the content is less important than the process and the excersise of the mind.
Step five is essential to all other steps - discipline.
Well, in considering what I am discontent with in my life I think some changes would be good, although most change needed is internal - my thought patterns, my clinging to what I think I want.
Step one, to recognize that what I thought I wanted in the past is what caused me to place these imaginary shackles on my life today, and thus to be more discerning between what I think I want and what I really want. It is surprising how difficult it is to tell the difference.
Secondly, I don't need to go anywhere or do anything, I am potentially complete within myself. The geography and decorations with which I adorn myself are only superficial in nature and do not add or take away from me beyond what credit I give them. Of course potential has a way of being missed so I need to be mindful of what value I place on the externals to my life. If I chase the externals too doggedly I take a giant risk of losing myself and missing the whole expereince of life because I am too busy chasing instead of expereincing/living it.
My life is composed of both the internal and external. The external is interpreted and experienced through the internal - body, mind, spirit. My perception defines life for me and so, if my perception (the internal)is poor or misdirected than my experience of the external will not be full and whole. In this sense, whether I am in paradise on earth or stuck in a dead-end city in Ontario is more of a matter of perception than geography.
Thinking just now, I need to recognize that the above is largely based on a spiritual/wholistic sense rather than the where and now of who I am. Inner freedom within the external is a place I have in the past dwelt and is certainly where I wish to dwell again, but the reality is that I have been bitten by the materialistic bug. And how did that happen? Because my perception has been pecked away by my attachment to financial security, family commitments/demands as they conflict with my professed dreams, goals, and interests. Clarification here, my attachment is to the desire for financial security in the context of my lack of financial security. Where once I rejoiced in my freedom from a 9-5 job I am now feeling the desire to be debt free, to be able to do what I want, when I want and so my sense of freedom has been lost to the new attachment - in fact I believe my sense of freedom is truly lost within my past attachment to freedom. I want to be free and am clinging to that want so tightly that I am defeating myself emotionally because the external is pushing against my sense of freedom. In short, I am not free to do what I want and so I am unhappy. How sad, that I can so bind myself with ropes I thought I had removed.
Step three - and this is tied to step one - recognize that I am not doing what I think I want to the extent that I am presently able. For example, while I cannot presently attend classes under the tutalage of my sifu, I could be practicing what I already know at home. I want to grow deeper in my practice, but curiously I am not practicing even what I know. So, if I am not doing the little that I can it is likely I will not apply myelf to greater opportunities if they arise, nor will I be prepared for them. Little steps will cross the distance as surely as a giant leap, just not as quickly. However, without a consistant application of little steps I will not have built up the strenght and endurance for a giant leap if opportunity presents itself. So, consistant application and discipline in the little things I can do now, with an unclinging eye to what/where I want to be later.
Step four - despite how I may see things when I am feeling discouraged my past is not wasted regardless of what it was. There are always things to build upon, and not all expereinces that felt bad at the time were in fact bad. Having changed directions from the pastoral track I am often guilty of looking upon my theologicaly based education as being essentially worthless now. However, what I need to do is accept that it contributed to my personal formation and to find out how it can be applied to my current situation and future goals. Education is only wasted if the educated has failed to learn how to think. There is a sense in which the content is less important than the process and the excersise of the mind.
Step five is essential to all other steps - discipline.
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