Tuesday, 14 May 2019
Sunday, 12 May 2019
Much ado about nothing
Lately I have, amongst other things - great and small - been delving into a few philosophical works on "nothingness". All much ado about nothing, but it does seem to be the battleground of much inter-faith dialogue these days. Perhaps there is a more appropriate word than battleground but maybe not. Again, given the lack of belief in anything much in our pop culture - apart from celebrity itself - any talk and debate on "nothingness" will obviously pass under the radar of many, and if heard of at all, be dismissed as academic and of no concern by those seeking to "live life to the full."
Nothingness? How about a selfie! |
I will now drift onto the subject of forgiveness which has also gained my attention for one reason or another. I'm sure there is a connection between "nothingness" and forgiveness (although it escapes me at the moment) but this change of subject is in keeping with my rambles, so I shall continue.
For me, I am sure that forgiveness, like all things, is simply a by-product of wisdom - wisdom defined as the mind/heart, thirsting for emancipation, seeing direct into the heart of reality. Trying to forgive because it is the right thing to do, this itself a belief, just disintegrates into the self-righteousness of the Pharisee. "I" have forgiven. Subject and object. Each distinct.
William Blake, English mystic, poet and painter, saw the need not to dissect, and thus saw that mutual forgiveness of each vice opens the gates of paradise.
Jacob's Ladder (Detail) by William Blake
For me, Grace is the heart of Reality, the hidden ground of love, a love that "has no why". Grace is all things; mercy, relationship, diversity, wisdom and potential. Knowing we live by, in, and with grace, forgiveness flowers towards all others. In fact, often, ideally, no hurt or fault is even recognised.
Knowing deeply our own need for mercy is the ground of forgiveness towards others. Maybe we can try to grade ourselves according to some scale of wrongs, acts or thoughts, but as I see it this misses the heart of reality. Lack of forgiveness, a judgemental heart, witnesses to having not accepted ourselves. Pure acceptance is the catalyst of all potentials and becomes the necessary ground of any diversification which follows. Creating a scale of wrongs, all according to our own calculations, before pure acceptance, inevitably chains us to the world of birth and death.
Trust the ground |
Cherishing opinions, identifying with them, is a form of self justification; but when not "cherished" they can become appropriate in each unique moment, unclaimed yet participating in a truly life bestowing becoming.
The dharma is for passing over, not for grasping.
So it is terrible to read of those who condemn others, terrible for our own hearts to harbour hatred. This is simply to be out of synch with Reality.
Well, that's it really. Not sure exactly what nothingness has to do with this except for the faint suggestion that Meister Eckhart's "love has no why" somehow connects things in ways beyond conventional logic.
Just to say that as far as I understand, to put the "eastern" idea of nothingness in direct opposition to the "western" idea of Being, is to go astray. "Nothingness" to a Western ear, is simply a term of negation, and in the religious sphere, invokes ideas of nihilism, this opposed to the positive ideas of "salvation" and heavenly cities and Kingdoms of God. In Japanese, however, there are various terms for negation.
For the Japanese the Western notion of "being" is given another term, a term meaning "having at hand" or "manifest", something that "strikes the hand". Its opposite, nothingness, means something like "present, but not in hand." Thus, nothingness signifies a presence that is not anything identifiable, something there without being in any sense "manageable" like other things present to us in the world (thank you James Heisig for much of this)
Nothingness - calligraphy |
For me, this seems to speak of a childlike acceptance, seeing everything as if for the first time without preconceptions, giving it no name, more experiencing each and every thing, maybe as if back in Eden before the naming of anything.
And the end of all our exploring will be to "arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."
A kind of "unknowing."
Related Quotes:-
"O happy fault that merited such and so great a Redeemer"
(The "O Felix Culpa" of the Catholic Church)
"One must have the mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is"
("The Snow Man", Wallace Stevens)
"Ride your horse along the edge of the sword
Hide yourself in the middle of the flames
Blossoms of the fruit tree will bloom in the fire
The sun rises in the evening"
(Zen Saying - quoted by Thomas Merton in his book "Zen and the Birds of Appetite")
"The birds don't know they have names"
(From the Journals of Thomas Merton)
Wednesday, 1 May 2019
Rambling more than usual
Bob Dylan shows great courage and perhaps sees the funny side |
I have been reading a book that wends its way through various interviews given by Bob Dylan over the years. Some of the early ones, in the sixties, are pretty weird, with Dylan deliberately being obscure - or perhaps contemptuous would be a better word - treating the questions with ridicule, giving absurd answers; running away to the circus and suchlike. But he could be quite comical at times, as when one late night caller to a radio chat show said that he liked Dylan's songs a lot but thought Dylan "could sing a bit better." Bob replied that he appreciated constructive criticism, and the host of the show quickly said that the caller showed "great courage" to speak so plainly direct to Bob. Dylan then said:- "It takes great courage to sing like I do". Quite funny.
Amida manifests to an anxious heart |
Anyway, that is just a preamble to nothing much in particular. Quite a few random things pass through the mind in any day. The past couple of months I have passed through a time of various shades of anxiety and uneasiness, caused by who knows what. One antidote has proved to be walking into town and having an extra hot cappuccino at Costa's.
The walk into town is for exercise only, certainly not to take in the scenery, which consists of urban dwellings and constant passing traffic, subways and roundabouts. I often pass the time counting the number of discarded beer cans and food wrappers that litter the pathways. The record so far is 39.
A discarded beer can (scenic view) |
Again, sometimes a bicycle sweeps by, a rider on the pavement, seeking to keep themselves safe from the traffic on the roads - but in doing so endangering unsuspecting pedestrians ambling along towards Costa's, seeking solace and peace of mind.
Sometimes I have thought that they should ring their bell to warn of their approach; this was until one did so and the shrill screech sent me skyward in shock.
Look out!! |
Anyway, eventually I reach Costa's and feel, with the aroma of the coffee as I enter, a sense of peace. I really do think that such an ambiance is just one of the ways that Amida manifests to us mere mortals, bringing succour to the heavy heart or troubled mind. I always order "extra hot" which has the effect of making the drink last longer, a plus factor to those like myself who are on the miserly side.
Drinking it I dabble with my Kindle, but also like to look around. More often than not there are groups of mothers with young children, or even babies, and I drink in, as well as my coffee, the sight of the very young, their beautiful eyes that absorb all around them with that wonderful interest that has not yet been soiled by a world seemingly designed to corrupt and destroy.
What price "original sin"? |
Speaking about "corruption" I have been dipping into a book about the Eastern Front in World War 2. There is quite a preamble to the invasion of Russia which took place in June 1941. The book takes up the story around 1938 and we hear about all the toing and froing between Russia and Germany, Stalin and Hitler that preceded Operation Barbarossa, the name that the invasion was given.
Quite startling to hear all the official communiques of the two nations as they justified themselves, via press releases and suchlike, as they entered into their "non-aggression" pact, and of how they spoke of other nations involved in the build up to war in those years. Good grief! is all you can say. Duplicity and, perhaps worse, self deception, all dressed up in language often designed purely to deceive.
Now, with hindsight, we can take our pick from the past, while revisionist historians, intent upon presenting Adolf Hitler as the "man of peace", can have a field day by picking and choosing amid the various speeches and pronouncements to convince us all of his benign intent.
Operation Barbarossa - June 22, 1941. End of the "non-aggression" pact between Germany and Russia. |
Of course, it still goes on. In our post truth world where hard facts are a thing of the past, where instinct and the conditioning of the world around us build minds that then go shopping for whatever supports our fancies.
"Do not be conformed to this world" says the Good Book in Romans 12:2.
How do we avoid becoming "conformed"?
Rather than leave this remarkable meandering and virtually pointless blog with such a question, maybe I could seek to justify this nonsense with a brief diversion into hermeneutics, a diversion in part prompted by a previous mention of "hard facts".
Made of ice? Wait for the sun, the "unhindered light". |
It seems that our current crop of philosophers doubt that there has ever been such a thing as a hard fact, that belief in such a thing has itself been a mode of deception - a deception especially indulged in by those determined to push their very own hard facts at those they are intent upon controlling and herding towards their very own view of the world".
According to such philosophers, we - human beings - can in fact (!) be defined as the beings who interpret. It is what we are. Indeed, they say, "everything is a matter of interpretation". Every matter of fact is a matter of the interpretation that picks out the facts, and hermeneutics is the theory that the distinction between facts and interpretation bears closer scrutiny. Well, if you wish to indulge in such scrutiny be prepared for a rocky path - but some say it can be enlightening. We find out who we are. Or as Dogen, the Soto Zen master claimed, "for to be is to understand, that is, one is what one understands".
If you meet the zen master on the road...... |
Another aspect of this, for those who like this sort of thing, is Dogen's non-dualistic analysis of reality, where he investigates the "difference" between our dreams and our waking state, between illusion and reality. In a sense, Dogen says, there is no difference! Thus, "all" is illusion, unreal. Yet if so, all is Real, whether dream or reality.
Perhaps we are back where we started from, yet knowing it for the first time. (T.S.Eliot, Four Quartets)
Related quotes:-
"To study the Way is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self. To forget the self is to be enlightened by all things of the universe. To be enlightened by all things of the universe is to cast off the body and mind of the self as well as those of others. Even the traces of enlightenment are wiped out, and life with traceless enlightenment goes on forever and ever."
(Dogen)
"For the earth brings forth fruits of herself."
(Gospel of St Mark, New Testament)
Beyond conventional patterns
The humble marigold - a conventional pattern? |
As I dipped into a few more books of one subject or another, my mind was taken by the words:- "There is meaning beyond the conventional patterns". These words have jiggled about in my head for a day or two - maybe merely drawing forth meanings within the conventional patterns.
I think we can see ourselves as "seekers", as not falling for the "conventional", whether that be atheism, the predominant Faith of our culture or any other off the shelf creedo of our post truth age. Therefore as "seekers" we see and imagine ourselves as having escaped the conventional patterns and thus, alas, for all intents and purposes, remaining within them - but within the pattern of a "seeker".
The sunflower as mandala |
How is any "meaning" beyond all our conventional patterns found, known, lived, shared?
It could be that there is none to be found, all is "a tale told by an idiot" and when told we leave this earthly stage, none the wiser for our all too brief sojourn upon it. Determinism, fate or the unexamined life, has won the day, the only day that was ever possible. Yet what of the Hidden Ground of Love in which we "live and move and have our being", or Emptiness; emptiness as the source of all things or, perhaps better put, as all things themselves.
How can anything "beyond" the conventional patterns ever come to be unless it be the only reality? The conventional is then the "illusion".
The poppy, now symbol of much more |
How does anyone accomplish the somersault of mind that will ground them in the love that knows no why?
Dogen, the 12th century Soto Zen master, would seem to suggest that the conventional patterns should not so much be displaced, replaced or rejected, but more come to realisation. The realisation/living of duality within non-duality.
Shinran of the Pure Land Tradition spoke of a "sideways leap".
The blue globe thistle - itself or more? |
"The right way and wrong ways are not two" (Pao- chih)
"The real Buddha sits within: enlightenment, nirvana, suchness, and Buddha-nature are all clothes sticking to the body. They are also called afflictions; don't ask and there is no vexation" (Chao-chou)
"Like space, it cannot be cultivated" (Pai-chang)
"The graduations of the language of the teachings - haughty, relaxed, rising, descending - are not the same. What are called desire and aversion when not yet enlightened or liberated are called enlightened wisdom after enlightenment. That is why it is said, 'One is not different from who one used to be; only one's course of action is different from before.' " (Pai-chang)
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four |
Make of that lot what you will. Words are so simple yet can be so confusing. Much like life itself.
Time is just something that stops everything happening at once. Infinite compassion, infinite wisdom, infinite potential. Each and every moment, infinite, singular, precious.
When you come to think of it (!) "instant" realisation lasts eternally. Or as Thomas Merton once said, "how far I have to go to find You in Whom I have already arrived", (and the journey itself is home)
Be still and know that I am God.
Once we are grounded in faith/trust, diversification takes on a different hue. It can be healing.
Well, a slightly confusing blog, which did not seem to go where I thought it would go, but after making six banana muffins one just has to write something.
The peony |
Related Quotes:-
Question put to Neddy Seagoon upon being found deep in a coal cellar:- "What are you doing down here?" Neddy answers, "Well, everybody gotta be somewhere"
(The Goon Show)
"......Dogen's emphasis was not on how to transcend language, but on how to radically use it."
(Hee-Jin Kim, from "Eihei Dogen:Mystical Realist".
"....Dogen's......approach to awakening as a function of the nature of reality, intimately connected with the dynamic support of the earth, space itself, and a multidimensional view of the movements of time."
(From "Visions of Awakening, Time and Space" by Taigen Dan Leighton)
"Contrary to present conventions, Zen Buddhism developed and cannot be fully understood outside of a worldview that sees reality itself as a vital, ephemeral agent of awareness and healing."
(As above)
"Truth is ever to be found in simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things"
(Isaac Newton)
Postscript:-
The thought in my mind when beginning this particular blog was centred upon the scriptural story of the Buddha descending into hell holding a lamp aloft. Those there, until then believing themselves to be alone, were heard to exclaim:-
"Ah! There are others here besides myself!", a realisation that can be as profound as we wish.
The story now makes me think of a line from Bob Dylan's "Thunder On The Mountain":- "Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need."
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