Just glowing away...

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The sunset is behind me as I take these pictures. It appears as though I am facing a blazing sunset somewhere behind the clouds in this image — the background clouds are just glowing away. But the sun is at my back — I am facing away from the sunset: the natural and graceful daily-death of that great source of light and warmth.

What strikes me at this moment is the falseness of the preceding minutes of awe and adoration directed toward a glory that is merely a reflection of the authentic event. I am facing the wrong direction...

And not: It is still beautiful; awe-inspiring. But there is a feeling of inauthenticity following this realization.

That which we seek is often mistakenly sought after in the wrong place; in the opposite direction. I'm straining to get a glimpse of the evening sunset — frustrated by the masses of storm-clouds (actually already beautiful in themselves), and all I have to do is turn around.

As we seek out fulfillment and security in life, much of what we treat as authentic and reliable may consist of obscured reflections of the "real thing". We can come to idolize these disparate parts of our experience to the extent that the line is blurred between reflections and the sun.

All feelings, memories, thoughts, moods, beliefs, intentions, and knowledge are vibrating fluctuations of the one thing we can actually know directly: the sense of knowing itself (Awareness).

When we focus toward this "one needful thing", we have "chosen the good part"; and at that moment the Presence of our own true Selves "shall not be taken away from [us]" (Luke 10:42)

We are constantly born into-and-out-of this heavenly Presence each moment. Really being there with it only means turning away [metanoia: translated as "repentance"] from all that we have convinced ourselves is true and reliable (despite how often it turns to ashes in the mouth). As James Finley puts it, "we lose the control that we think we have over the life that we think we're living".

Instead of squinting at the vague and transient flickering appearances playing themselves out in the space of awareness (attempting to grasp ahold of anything that seems lastingly satisfying), let us all turn our gaze toward the real Sun of radiance and warmth: that of our own grounding essence that presents Herself whenever all else is surrendered (as though for the first time: never fully "re-presented" by any symbol) as utterly beautiful Darkness.

The joyous pain of a dying Sun is seen in everything through its shimmering reflection. Turning toward that Source –– that "light of the life of all people" –– requires not certainty and clarity, but muteness and failure.

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Think "Non-Thinking"

Most of practice is wasted effort. The "trying" is what keeps us spinning.

It also can't be done without pushing; without urgency and striving.

But the Goal is non-attachment to any "goal".

"Just-Sit", they say.

"Do-Nothing".

Be steadily present with the feelings and intentions that shake the waters of contentment.

What is learned through this effort of non-effort is a way of letting drivenness drive itself out (like a child who is too tired to think straight)...

...the mind twirls and spins until it's exhaustion renders it still and settled.

It falls silent.

Watch the sensations that call out for movement; give space to the thoughts that demand attention and obedience –– let them run their circles.

The hollowed terrain of awareness takes no offense to the litany of abuses; it is not challenged by even the Holiest of threats.

Let even this very word fall silent in the face of faceless Presence.

And witness (without eyes or ears or voice) that same Presence slip unassumingly back into the presentless expanse of Absolute Absence.

Rest here unceasingly.

Without stirring; without pointing; without knowledge.

The (W)Hole "Thing"...

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[originally posted 6/24/17]

Quick.

(comfortably) Fleeting.

Restful.

DEEP.

Infinitesimal.

Source of strength.

A pit.

When the line of attention is traced back to itself, matters of "this is happening" and "this isn't happening" are rendered irrelevant.

It is as though, in the search for Light, Darkness gleams and (silently) screams through the slivered cracks of experience revealing a wholeness: an infinite hole of stillness and perfection.

It was — that's all. Now it isn't... but it still Is.

It made the later-felt sadness seem silly... a joke worth laughing at, but not worth spending too much time pondering over.

It is a seed planted in me: the "Christ who lives in me" whom "Paul" referred to as his brother in crucifixion; it is the fountain of water within that springs up into everlasting life; it is the Deep calling to Itself (Psalm 42); it is creativity shrouded in its creation; it is our one Sadness, our shared Joy; it is the narrow Path of infinite wonder; it is the single point of expansive spaciousness: my Center — your Center.

God, I want to be that Eucharist. I want to rest in You, resting in me.

"Wanting"... there's something to watch too.

“Jazz” — Part 4/4: Being Born Again (and again, and again...)

“My Grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.” — 2nd Cor 12:9

Being "born again"

(Layperson's Disclaimer: These thoughts are just from the perspective of an "aspiring contemplative" and a "still-green" meditation coach — I am in no way a scholar or theologian.)


What is it to be “born-again”?
It may make sense to understand being "born-again" as simply meaning to experience a reformation of oneself; a transformation into a different version of being; or a growth into the new state that make me, "me" (like an acorn turns into a tree). Realistically speaking, this must happen many, many times a day, but why is it something special? If it is so important, how should we do it well?It seems like obvious areas of life when “being born” takes place are the processes of:
Birth: being born into the physical bodyAging: being born through transitionDeath: being born through relinquishment 

All of these forms of “being born” essentially mark different modes of change in experience — we are un-embodied, then we are given form; we are young, then we are older; we call our body “home”, then we can’t do that anymore. [side note: the concept of being "born-again" (as in the Christian tradition) may, in fact, be related to the principle of anicca (as in the Buddhist concept of impermanence: one of the "3 marks of existence")... it's just that either need to be recognized and deeply acknowledged to be important]Birth, aging, and death are things we cannot decide upon — THEY WILL HAPPEN. Although they are all expected, predictable aspects of life, usually we have the automatic feeling of being happy about births, ambivalent about aging, and terrified about death...

Hamartia, Metanoia

I’ve tried to move away from he habit of letting etymology.com give me the right to act like I know what I’m talking about. But, that being said... Learning about the words used to talk about ideas is a central aspect of how I personally come to find meaning in things. There is a step beyond that, however: learning how to experience the meaning found in words and ideas.The word commonly translated as “sin” in the Holy Bible is “hamartia” (“chatá” in Hebrew) — this (so I've read) is a term that comes from archery that means something like “missing the mark”. It can also be thought of as “to err”, and, in literature, hamartia is considered the “tragic flaw”: that error in the hero’s personality that leads to his/her downfall [not dissimilar, in my mind, from St. Paul’s “thorn in the flesh” or Jung's "Shadow" — that which has the potential to become the tragic flaw in us all].I’m not sure any of these meanings necessarily refer to missing the mark of perfection; I think (in practical or “moral“ terms) it could probably be understood as something more like “unskillfulness”.Another context-giving term is “metanoia”: a transformation in one’s way of being (commonly, maybe mistakenly, translated as "repentance") — [“meta-”: beyond] + [“nous”: heart-mind]. It could be understood as an “about face” or a change in moral or spiritual direction.

When there is hamartia (and there most certainly will be), there is always opportunity for metanoia. A beautifully perpetual (almost karmic) spiritual system of being “born again”.

Grace, Music, and More Grace

As we are present with the experience of being “born again” (greeting hamartia in ourselves with patient metanoia... so to speak), over time something new arises — something like 1+1=3.Time and time again we allow ourselves to be renewed, revised, and “reborn” through (rather than in spite of) our unskillfulness in life; and eventually there is a pure taste of grace — after much practice, we receive the blessed gift of equanimity.This brings to mind for me a few instances of influential change in the history of music that could have originated as beautiful performance mistakes (or, moments of unskillfulness met with a patient grace):

  • “blue notes” (as in THE blues)
  • “outside playing” (purposefully playing melodies that briefly “visit” in a key totally distant than the written chord)
  • “polyrhythms” (instrumentalists playing different numbers of beats in the same space of time simultaneously — e.g. “2 against 3”)
  • “poly-tonality” (intentionally playing in more than one key at once — e.g. Alberto Ginastera: Argentinian Dance No.1 [left hand plays only black keys and right hand plays only white keys])

The experience of equanimity (I CANNOT overemphasize) is beautiful. It is the experience of little 'ol me (small, flawed, insignificant) being embraced by the whole of Being (full, complete, eternal) without condition, without hesitation, without, reservation — the Way of reality telling me, "yes, you are Good", despite all the reasons "i" could think of to argue with that Truth.


Equanimity can be practiced, but it's more like "practicing" being susceptible to the gift of equanimity. It is tending the garden (tilling the soil, clearing way for the light, ensuring the paths of water), then sitting back and watching growth grow itself.So, remember (and it can be very hard to remember) that YOU ARE GOOD, and the things you think identify you as "bad" are nothing but weather patterns swirling around a mountain — the mountain is undisturbed, unmoved, and unshaken. Let yourself be that Stillness, that Silence, that deep Certainty.again and again and again...