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smith’s Wake-up Dream – Dec. 14, 2011

Wednesday, December 14th, 2011

smith relaying his dream to Lady this morning:

it was a big old house, many many floors. all the people had been turned against each other, so they were misusing each other, abusing each other. and we convinced them to work together.

one bad guy even apologized to the rest of us for bullying. then the people who had turned everybody against each other–the controllers–came, and we pretended that it was discordant like before, and we fooled them.

but somebody had left a note on the banister on one of the stairwells that would have given us away. the bad people stopped by and were checking us out. we fooled them; they thought everything was normal.

but they were walking up the stairs and we were afraid they were going to see the note and find out, and that’s when I woke up. it’s the wake up dreams you remember the easiest.

- smith & Lady

Personal disclaimer by Lady: I do not believe that bad people exist. I believe that the situations have sometimes been such that we sometimes have perceived some people as bad.

 

Walking wheel

Sunday, November 6th, 2011

Me by she – foto by Lady K

In Throe of Woe

Well, well, well, what haven’t we here?
How goes your daily throes?
Mine clothes rascals in robes and honesty in rags.

I keep trying, but I doubt I’ll ever get it right,
this needed balance twixt good in strive and bad in whirl,
reaching Zen goal of happy life in unhappy world.

The Buddhists teach letting go of attachment
is the secret to ending suffering
because wanting is suffering born.

But wife, cat, friends are all appendages
my life would be lessened without
thus see wobbly road ahead
in reaching this Zen then
as my lane of life loops on itself
in look and like and love.

So no final scene, no play over,
just walking the wheel
until my why’s rubbed raw
my energy moves on
as body slips past in endless sleep.

Until then, gotta keep on fluxing
(as they almost used to say).

Or is that flexing?

Both.

— Smith, 11-6-2011

(This poem was massaged from a paragraph in last month’s blog, for those whose brains tingle in deja voodoo.)


Looking for the light – foto by Smith

 

Lather levers

Monday, May 16th, 2011

As the therapist visited Smith this morning, I set my coffee on the lip of the bathtub and stepped into the water. I sat down and finished the black coffee in the cup, blue water in the tub. I curled up on my back like a fetus and wrapped my arms around my legs. My attention was drawn to a drop of water hanging from my arm, then to a gentle sliding down further into warmth, further down the tub. I felt bubbles coalesce on my skin and pop as I slid. I felt the soap scum from previous baths as process art, valued.

As I lathered, I wondered about how good people can actually be. I wondered about how good I can be, when I have difficulty even controlling my appetite, deciding to bike rather than use the car, etc.

I decided that I could treat my diet as a metaphor for hope that people can learn how to behave better. Possibly my project could be to eat no more than I need for sustenance. I imagined myself slimming down to a sylph, some kind of being sustained by spirit. I imagine myself not eating any more animals. I imagine myself eating as locally as possible. I imagine myself staying away from factory foods. I imagine invisible levers that extend from me into the wheels that run the welfare of the planet.

Then I’d had enough of the water even though some warmth was left. If I’d wait for the warmth to dissipate, my energy would go with it. I decided it was time to dedicate myself to my vocational hours. I thought of that story I’d read of a Zen monk waking up in the morning as though tossing off his slippers–waking fresh and ready. I want to be fresh and ready for work. I am fresh and ready for work.

Lady

 

The razor and the glasses fall opposite ways the same time

Sunday, February 20th, 2011

What does cinnamon taste like? Because you know, all I’ve ever tasted is cloves. I’d really like to know what cinnamon tastes like, then maybe I’ll understand it as a fundamental taste, something entirely of its own essence, much like cloves.

They say some people see the rainbow as wavelengths. But you know, for me, it’s fundamentally RGB. How do bees see? Is it all ultraviolet, hope, or esp?

What I’m trying to say is that the new holy grails are not to be had, that we’re blunt to perceiving new holy grails.

Imagine each flavor, cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, are distinct flavors, holy grail flavors, and once you’ve had them you’ve sampled a holy grail of a distinct flavor.

But is there another holy grail spice out there? A spice which is distinct, a spice that one has never had?

Or if there is a new holy grail spice, would I be blunt in recognizing it as a holy grail?

Shady

 

the lotus sutra and life on planet ours

Saturday, September 11th, 2010

looking up – foto by Smith

I bought a six dollar Buddhist chant in San Francisco in 1966 and have used it off and on but more often than not ever since. That was 44 years ago, so that’s about 14 cents a year so far. Not a bad deal as far as spiritual transactions go.

I’ve meandered a mite in my spiritual life.

I started off as we all do, a happy new-born pagan seeking life and love in the magic now.

But guilt soon crept in through being poor and different, and at the age of nine after a couple years of a small country church and reading way too much of the bible on my own I got down on my knees and prayed to God and Jesus to be saved and made clean and good and pure and whole. I did all this by the book as far as I could tell but I felt no answer, no burdens were lifted, and nothing seemed to change inside or out.

But still I felt I was technically a saved Christian because I had bent the knee and said the words so just in case I tried to do as good as possible as a pre-teen could, which meant essentially I lied, I cheated, I stole, and I thought about the naughty bits of females.

(I knew what a female breast looked like back then but hadn’t the foggiest idea what lay below the belt woman-wise. I even had one weird dream in which a relative was going to initiate me into the secrets of sex — she and I were in the barn and she was naked from the waist up but from her belly button down wore a wooden barrel because my mind had no vaginal images to supply.)

Eventually we moved back to the city and at the age of 14 I tried to convert a heathen friend to Christianity. He gave me Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” to read, and together they turned me atheist.

Atheist slowly downsized to agnostic, and in the mid-60′s with psychedelic drugs and books like The Tao of Physics, The Crack in the Cosmic Egg, Castenada’s Don Juan, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and especially Aldous Huxley’s The Doors of Perception my agnosticism morphed more into a seeker of the mystic.

Later life left me skeptic, then realist, until finally I just learned to endure, — but a wisp of mysticism still overhung it all.

And yet no matter how far down or off I got or how wrong it eventually went, I always pop back positive whatever my current state and think some day some way it’ll be better if I just get back to work on it.

Your know, your basic endless cycle of yes no maybe do it again Zen when.

These days I’m more weary puppet not sure who’s pulling my strings but still have this sense that it’s going to get better down the line if I just get a little better at dancing on my end of the string.

If I had to choose a spiritual label, it’d be animist – everything has a spirit, be it human, animal, plant, rock, mountain, thunder, air – even machines, computers, ideas — and life seems to flow better when we respect the spirit of all, of each, of it.

And I still at least two days out of three use my Buddhist “Nam Myoho Renge Kyo” chant. I say it as a form of thanks to the universe, to calm myself down when I get angry, to try and make things go better when creaking bad, to align myself with the flow, or just because it’s a cool sound and it makes me feel a wee bit better.

But I’m chanting to an aware, conscious universe, not a she’he’it god person dressed in robes and rules.

I don’t believe in Heaven, don’t believe in Hell — unless like the Gnostics and Mom who believed Hell is our current life on Earth.

Anyway after all these years I became curious again just what my Nam myoho renge kyo chant meant, so looked it up. If I’m parsing it right, it basically means more or less to devote oneself to correct action and attitude of the mystic law governing invisible life manifesting itself in tangible form via the Lotus flower lesson of birthing and seeding cause and effect simultaneously as we learn to rise unblemished from the muddy swamp around us as we each manifest our own Buddhahood within.

This of course is an extremely simplistic and perhaps incorrect summation of the online information listed below – but hey, I’m doing the best I can here.

So though I don’t pray or believe in a God Person, I do talk to a Conscious Universe and give thanks and ask for its help, direction and suggestions.

Even though my actual words and beliefs differ from the churches and temples and cults and witches and pagans around me, my actions may look awfully similar to anyone watching.

Guess I’m a non-believing believer, or a believing non-believer.

All I know is the universe is interactive, a belief reinforced by my own life experience and what I’ve learned of Quantum Mechanics. How you act helps decide how reality reacts. Sometimes a good attitude and a sense of humor and maybe a chant of thanks help the flow glow rather than growl.

But there ain’t no guarantees, because there are other times Life and the Universe and the All Around just plain ignores you or even decides to stomp the living it out of you.

Life’s a Quantum Wave of Possibility, and what you think and see and perceive and act and ask and expect can alter it in your favor, while what others see and hear and say can help collapse it all against you, so we’re all in a collaborative war to create this current heaven hell hologram of happenstance called life on Earth.

And we need to be doing a better job of it because things are getting sticky wicket icky and we need to start being nicer to ourselves, each other, and the planet.

~ ~ ~

(from the internet)

Nam-myoho-renge-kyo

The invocation of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo was established by Nichiren Daishonin on April 28, 1253. Having studied widely among all the Buddhist sutras, he had concluded that the Lotus Sutra contains the ultimate truth of Buddhism: that everyone without exception has the potential to attain Buddhahood. The title of the Lotus Sutra in its Japanese translation is Myoho-renge-kyo. But to Nichiren, Myoho-renge-kyo was far more than the title of a Buddhist text, it was the expression, in words, of the Law of life which all Buddhist teachings in one way or another seek to clarify. What follows is a brief and unavoidably limited explanation of some of the key concepts expressed by this phrase.

Nam

The word nam derives from Sanskrit. A close translation of its meaning is “to devote oneself.” Nichiren established the practice of chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo as a means to enable all people to put their lives in harmony or rhythm with the law of life, or Dharma. In the original Sanskrit, nam indicates the elements of action and attitude, and refers therefore to the correct action one needs to take and the attitude one needs to develop in order to attain Buddhahood in this lifetime.

Myoho

Myoho literally means the Mystic Law, and expresses the relationship between the life inherent in the universe and the many different ways this life expresses itself. Myo refers to the very essence of life, which is “invisible” and beyond intellectual understanding. This essence always expresses itself in a tangible form (ho) that can be apprehended by the senses. Phenomena (ho) are changeable, but pervading all such phenomena is a constant reality known as myo.

Renge

Renge means lotus flower. The lotus blooms and produces seeds at the same time, and thus represents the simultaneity of cause and effect. The circumstances and quality of our individual lives are determined by the causes and effects, both good and bad, that we accumulate (through our thoughts, words and actions) at each moment. This is called our “karma.” The law of cause and effect explains that we each have personal responsibility for our own destiny. We create our destiny and we can change it. The most powerful cause we can make is to chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo; the effect of Buddhahood is simultaneously created in the depths of our life and will definitely manifest in time.

The lotus flower grows and blooms in a muddy pond, and yet remains pristine and free from any defilement, symbolizing the emergence of Buddhahood from within the life of an ordinary person.

Kyo

Kyo literally means sutra, the voice or teaching of a Buddha. In this sense, it also means sound, rhythm or vibration. Also, the Chinese character for kyo originally meant the warp in a piece of woven cloth, symbolizing the continuity of life throughout past, present and future. In a broad sense, kyo conveys the concept that all things in the universe are a manifestation of the Mystic Law.

The definitions above come from the SGI-USA Buddhist Association for Peace, Culture, and Education at http://www.sgi-usa.org/buddhism/nam-myoho-renge-kyo.php


Beware of – foto by Smith

 

 
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