Archive for October, 2008

Cold Poem, by Mary Oliver

October 29th, 2008

Cold now.
Close to the edge. Almost
unbearable. Clouds
bunch up and boil down
from the north of the white bear.
This tree-splitting morning
I dream of his fat tracks,
the lifesaving suet.

I think of summer with its luminous fruit,
blossoms rounding to berries, leaves,
handfuls of grain.

Maybe what cold is, is the time
we measure the love we have always had, secretly,
for our own bones, the hard knife-edged love
for the warm river of the I, beyond all else; maybe

that is what it means the beauty
of the blue shark cruising toward the tumbling seals.

In the season of snow,
in the immeasurable cold,
we grow cruel but honest; we keep
ourselves alive,
if we can, taking one after another
the necessary bodies of others, the many
crushed red flowers.

—Mary Oliver

seeing Jesus in a new light, part I

October 22nd, 2008

I’ve been reading a lot of Thomas Merton’s writing lately, currently I’m on The Inner Experience: Notes on Contemplation. Remarkable book so far. I want to talk about what I’ve read already that is helping me to appreciate Jesus more than I ever have. To do that, I first need to include an enormous excerpt that tells the story of Christianity in terms I can relate to surprisingly well:

The story of Adam’s fall from paradise says, in symbolic terms, that man was created as a contemplative. The fall from Paradise was a fall from unity. The Platonizing Greek Fathers even taught that the division of humanity into two sexes was a result of the Fall. St. Augustine, in a more cautious and psychological application of the narrative, says that in the Fall Adam, man’s interior and spiritual self, his contemplative self, was led astray by Eve, his exterior, material, and practical self, his active self. Man fell from the unity of contemplative vision into the multiplicity, complication, and distraction of an active, worldly existence.

Since he was now dependent entirely on exterior and contingent things, he became an exile in a world of objects, each one capable of deluding and enslaving him. Centered no longer in God and in his inmost, spiritual self, man now had to see and be aware of himself as if he were his own god. He had to study himself as a kind of pseudo-object, from which he was estranged. And to compensate for the labors and frustrations of this estrangement, he must try to admire, assert, and gratify himself at the expense of others like himself. Hence the complex and painful network of loves and hatreds, desires and fears, lies and excuses in which we are all held captive. In such a condition, man’s mind is enslaved by an inexorable concern with all that is exterior, transient, illusory, and trivial. And carried away by his pursuit of alien shadows and forms, he can no longer see his own true inner “face,” or recognize his identity in the spirit and in God, for that identity is secret, invisible, and incommunicable. But man has lost the courage and faith without which he cannot be content to be “unseen.” He is pitifully dependent on self-observation and self-assertion. That is to say, he is utterly exiled from God and from his own true self, for neither in God nor in our inmost self can there be any aggressive self-assertion: there is only the plain presence of love and of truth.

So man is exiled from God and from his inmost self. He is tempted to seek God, and happiness, outside himself: a flight that takes him further and further away from reality. In the end, he has to dwell in the “region of unlikeness”—having lost his inner resemblance to God in losing his freedom to enter his own home, which is the sanctuary of God.

But man must return to Paradise. He must recover himself, salvage his dignity, recollect his lost wits, return to his true identity. There is only one way in which this could be done, says the Gospel of Christ. God Himself must come, like the woman in the parable seeking the lost groat. God Himself must become Man, in order that, in the Man-God, man might be able to lose himself as man and find himself as God. God Himself must die on the Cross, leaving man a pattern and a proof of His infinite love. And man, communing with God in the death and resurrection of Christ, must die the spiritual death in which his exterior self is destroyed and his inner self rises from death by faith and lives again “unto God.” He must taste eternal life, which is “to know the Father, the one true God, and Jesus Christ whom He has sent.” (the note here reads: This is Merton’s paraphrase of John 17:3.)

The Christian life is a return to the Father, the Source, the Ground of all existence, through the Son, the Splendor and the Image of the Father, in the Holy Spirit, the Love of the Father and the Son. And this return is only possible by detachment and “death” in the exterior self, so that the inner self, purified and renewed, can fulfill its function as the image of the Divine Trinity.

Christianity is life and wisdom in Christ. It is a return to the father in Christ. It is a return to the infinite abyss of pure reality in which our own reality is grounded, and in which we exist. It is a return to the source of all meaning and all truth. It is a return to the inmost springs of life and joy. It is a rediscovery of paradise within our own spirit by self-forgetfulness. And, because of our oneness with Christ, it is the recognition of ourselves as sons of the Father. It is the recognition of ourselves as other Christs. It is the awareness of strength and love imparted to us by the miraculous presence of the Nameless and Hidden One Whom we call the Holy Spirit.

There’s a couple issues to overlook: first is the idea from the Adam and Eve story that woman is in any way responsible for our problems. This is old news and the story predates Christianity. Eve’s faults are clearly not what’s being emphasized in the first paragraph nor is blame being placed on her. A few pages later Merton goes on to talk about how our estranged self, our limited self (our human aspect) is not in itself evil or completely separate from the divine. So, easy resolution there (at least in my mind tonight). Secondly, Merton continually uses “man” and various alterations instead of “person” or “humanity”. Merton wrote the pieces that eventually became this book in the late 1940′s and early 1950′s, with final revisions in 1968. Understandably, he was not able to escape the linguistic shortcomings of his time.

The section I quoted comes after three chapters in which Merton thoroughly describes the differences between the inner self (i.e. the self of contemplation) and the exterior, limited self. Here’s an interesting paragraph that fleshes a little of that out:

But the exterior “I,” the “I” of projects, of temporal finalities, the “I” that manipulates objects in order to take possession of them, is alien from the hidden, interior “I” who has no projects and seeks to accomplish nothing, even contemplation. He seeks only to be, and to move (for he is dynamic) according to the secret laws of Being itself and according to the promptings of a Superior Freedom (that is, of God), rather than to plan and to achieve according to his own desires.

Right on, Thomas. Buddhas of past, present, and future bow to you.

Anyway, back to the earlier, humongous excerpt. What I find fascinating is the compelling explication of the human condition, a telling of our shared circumstance that is not only congruent with my understanding of the fallacy of self (which has come about through my life experience and study/practice of Buddhism), but is also told through a Christian theologic framework and even elucidated with Scripture! This is a big deal to me, because in my years as a practicing Christian I was rarely, if ever, told the story of the religion in much more than the most simplistic terms. I suppose I heard what most kids hear— we’re sinners and need to repent, Jesus/God is the answer and I need to accept that fact if I ever want to even dream of salvation. The problem was, nobody ever properly explained Jesus and the potential relationship we could have with Him in a way that was very compelling.

To be fair, I suppose I wasn’t looking for depth in my faith at the time and I was yet to realize the limitations of my self that were still very much in development. I had to come to know in my own life, in a real way, “the complex and painful network of loves and hatreds, desires and fears, lies and excuses in which we are all held captive.” I’ve learned a thing or two about all that in my 31+ years.

I’ve also come to know something deeper, an interior life that is part of, yet somehow distinct from, the usual life of the world. It wasn’t long after leaving home and having to face life on my own that I got a taste of my limitations and gradually came to know interconnection with something much, much larger than what I used to consider my self. A wisdom began to develop from within that is incredibly hard to explain— there was an undeniable awareness of the vastness of being, rooted in the depths of this very existence. Once again, the story of Christianity from my childhood didn’t seem to talk much about any of this, even if it really was. And again, I admit, I really wasn’t ready to hear much of it before I left home.

I’ve known I dig Thomas Merton for awhile with his understanding and approach to a spiritual/religious life. He’s always seemed to talk about much more than belief. Belief to me often has come across as superficial and, unfortunately, it often is for many people. Belief is only helpful when validated by the reality of life and connected to a practice that actualizes what is often stuck in the intellectual plane. What I see in Merton’s story of Christianity is the imperative to live out the awakened life as revealed by Jesus, not because of some pie in the sky reward (Heaven, as I misunderstood it in my younger years), but because the consequences of our continued sin (delusion) are not only undeniably horrible, but already apparent in everyday life and the misunderstanding of who and what we really are!

Christianity is life and wisdom in Christ. It is a return to the father in Christ. It is a return to the infinite abyss of pure reality in which our own reality is grounded, and in which we exist. It is a return to the source of all meaning and all truth. It is a return to the inmost springs of life and joy. It is a rediscovery of paradise within our own spirit by self-forgetfulness. And, because of our oneness with Christ, it is the recognition of ourselves as sons of the Father.

What I want to say to that is, YES! Or perhaps more appropriately, HALLELUJAH! This is honestly the first time in quite awhile time that a Christian piece of writing has resounded so strongly within me. I’m fascinated by the parallels with Buddhism. From what I’ve read so far, Merton seems to be talking about a genuine path of awakening in the model of Jesus, a Jesus I can certainly get behind. Now the question becomes how exactly to realize this awakening, how do we live a life of contemplation according to the example of Jesus?

I look forward to what the rest of the book has to say.

morning poems in the evening

October 8th, 2008

Tried writing a morning poem
just the other night
while the darkness was deep.
Reminded me of an old,
weary decree—
look for Him
in the usual places,
not in your own way.

There can be no substitute
for an early awakening
and feeling the sun
on pale, exposed flesh—
supple and ready for
the morning teachings,
in the tomorrow I await
with boundless faith.

deepening my life

October 7th, 2008

Sarah and I are likely coming to a major change in our lives and this affords me the opportunity to rework the focus and structure of my own life in some ways. Probably we’ll be moving in a few months and that means I’ll be quitting my job. There’s much to be worked out still, but chances are we’ll be establishing a new home and she’ll be embarking on the next stage of her career.

I hope to continue working in the field of web development, but I also hope to get away from the rigid 8-5 office job structure imposed on me that has come with working for others over the past eight years. I’m tired of working for the man, so I’m going to give freelancing a go and see if I can do alright with a contract only, web-guy-for-hire business. I have no designs on making a lot of money or not having to work hard to keep the business going, but the thing is, I have very little desire anymore to have my career in web design/development be the center of my life. Even now, my job is only a limited part of what I am.

These 31+ years of life have shown me enough to sap what little ambition I ever had for pursuing society’s usual benchmarks for success. I know myself well enough by now to know the importance of regular spiritual practice to my well-being via an introspective, contemplative life. I’ve learned I am of much better service to the world when I’m in the midst of a consistent attempt to deepen my life and move beyond selfishness through the realistic and practical integration of meaningful spiritual practices.

Through Zen I’ve already been exposed to an incredible gift, a practice I’d be a fool to not continue to explore. The teachings of Zen Buddhism and the practice of zazen in particular have shown me in undeniable ways what it means to awaken to the profound reality that is right before us. I don’t yet know what’s available for Buddhist communities where we might be moving, but there’s likely a group I can connect with. If not, perhaps I’ll start a sitting group of my own in the way of the Soto Zen tradition I’m familiar with. In any case, I need a group to help me find additional structure and support.

An ongoing dialogue with a friend and the ideas of Thomas Merton, who I’ve read some of before, have recently shown me the vitality inherent in the Christian faith, especially among the contemplative, mystic traditions. I’m amazed how sometimes people seemingly come out of nowhere to give us just what we need. I’ve had an interest in interreligious dialogue for awhile, in finding connections among peoples and teachings. The kind, open sharing with said friend has shown me how beneficial such exchanges can be when held by the spirit of patience and a genuine attempt at understanding.

In sitting zazen again recently and reading Thomas Merton’s autobiography, The Seven Storey Mountain, a lot has been percolating in the background of my mind. I feel I have a bit of a gift for helping people to realize connections and find meaning through a shared quest towards mutual understanding and in the wisdom traditions available to them. The desire to understand what this life is really about is a deep-rooted human wish, with tendrils of wisdom extending in many directions— through religious teachings and practices, philosophies, throughout the natural world, in the midst of our relationships, and in the ordinary activities of daily life. The interconnectedness of life has been readily apparent to me lately and is continually revealing itself in fascinating ways.

What will my life look like after moving? What am I going to do differently?

I don’t know exactly, but I intend to make it real and more of a focus. I plan to get serious about contemplative practice in a way that makes sense in my life while I am still able. In The Seven Storey Mountain Merton talked about how he moved from one selfish pursuit to another, restlessly attempting to assuage countless inconsolable worldly desires until finally he realized the futility of the life he was living. In his mid-twenties he began to do the work to make the changes in his life that cleared the way for him to live a life of faith, eventually entering a Trappist monastery where he flourished.

Here’s some of Merton’s thoughts on his pull towards faith before his conversion, at the end of a section where he shared his appreciation for William Blake, who had become a major inspiration for Merton and who was himself fond of Catholocism in his latter years:

As Blake worked himself into my system, I became more and more conscious of the necessity of a vital faith, and the total unreality and unsubstantiality of the dead, selfish rationalism which had been freezing my mind and will for the last seven years. By the time the summer was over, I was to become conscious of the fact that the only way to live was to live in a world that was charged with the presence and reality of God.

To say that, is to say a great deal: and I don’t want to say it in a way that conveys more than the truth. I will have to limit the statement by saying that it was still, for me, more an intellectual realization than anything else: and it had not yet struck down into the roots of my will. The life of the soul is not knowledge, it is love, since love is the act of the supreme faculty, the will, by which man is formally united to the final end of all his strivings—by which man becomes one with God.

There’s one more excerpt I want to share now, in which Merton was examining what a contemplative life is really about:

… Christ imprinted His own image upon Saint Francis in order to draw not some men, not a few privileged monks, but all truly spiritual men to the perfection of contemplation which is nothing else but the perfection of love. Once they have reached these heights they will draw others to them in their turn. So any man may be called at least de jure (by right), if not de facto (in reality), to become fused into one spirit with Christ in the furnace of contemplation and then go forth and cast upon the earth that same fire which Christ wills to see enkindled.

This means, in practice, that there is only one vocation. Whether you teach or live in the cloister or nurse the sick, whether you are in religion or out of it, married or single, no matter who you are or what you are, you are called to the summit of perfection: you are called to a deep interior life perhaps even to mystical prayer, and to pass the fruits of your contemplation on to others. And if you cannot do so by word, then by example.