Showing posts with label zen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zen. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Warner Bros and MGM


Today, I offer a blog-post-y sort of post. Strange, I know; medium-appropriate? Me? Never. It was just one of those remarkably non-event eventful days, so you get a taste of biographical history from a stubborn aesthete.

The aforementioned Brad Warner made his appearance at the Tuesday night open Zen meditation sit at the UVic Interfaith Chapel and was bequeathed Venerable Eshu's normal space for Dharma talk. It was a fascinating audience inversion; Ven. Eshu (as I learned in my Intro class) directs his speech traditionally to the butsudan (sp?), modelling a sort of practical dialogue with the universe -- or this is as close as I can come to approximating the experience as I understand it. Warner, though (Venerable Brad? I'm not sure, so I'll pretend this is an essay), faced the community practitioners and deferred as quickly as he could away from speech. His approach gave me food for thought (as much as that may have been what he was trying to avoid) in a way that is actually much less comparative than it may at first appear.

My impressions were reinforced when, in the tea circle afterward, he touched on a Zen interconnectedness in seeming opposition with the divisive manifestation of tangible reality. He spoke of them as more or less unfathomable intellectually, deferring instead (much deference, I see) to what I understand as an emotional, impulsive (in a more literal, denotative sense than it is usually applied) understand of insuperable interconnectivity of all things. Inter- and intra-personal relationships, human, nature, culture, biology, ecology, thought, action...all of these things are interconnected and indivisible in a sort of fundamental existential sense, and yet...and yet there are individuals, and they can be distinguished (and extinguished, for that matter), and the words "you" and "I" exist, so we must be able somehow to differentiate.

To me, it makes more sense to think (yes, THINK -- sacrilege!) about our place in the world as cells of an organism. Each functions as an individual, differentiated from the others, but is also intimately intertwined and inseperable from its role within the whole. Yeah.

On another, though related, note, I had a tarot reading on Sunday that was particularly inspiring. One thing that Lion said that stuck, though, was his description of me as guided by a polarized sort of life path, explicitly (in his analysis) at apparent odds with that of the Buddha. This was completely unprompted; he has no idea that I have taken up a personal practice, so his analogy (wrong word, but it's late and my brain is fuzzy) was unintentionally apt. What he said about it, though, was especially interesting to me: he explained that each individual's path, even if not "the middle way," was potentially harmonious within it. That the extremities or poles could potentially be incorporated, rather than merely cast aside or studiously avoided, was conceptually very appealing to me. Thoughts to chew, swallow, and digest, I suppose. Warner meets the Lion -- film conglomerate orgiastic success!

oshozentarot - mm

"First meditate, be blissful, then much love will happen of its own accord." And you know what, Smedbol? Faith, not fear.


VII Awareness: The veil of illusion, or maya, that has been keeping you from perceiving reality as it is, is starting to burn away. The fire is not the heated fire of passion, but the cool flame of awareness. As it burns the veil, the face of a very delicate and childlike buddha becomes visible. | The awareness that is growing in you now is not the result of any conscious "doing," nor do you need to struggle to make something happen. Any sense you might have had that you've been groping in the dark is dissolving now, or will be dissolving soon. Let yourself settle, and remember that deep inside you are just a witness, eternally silent, aware and unchanged. A channel is now opening from the circumference of activity to that centre of witnessing. It will help you to become detached, and a new awareness will lift the veil from your eyes.

2 of Water, Friendship: The branches of these two flowering trees are intertwined, and their fallen petals blend together on the ground in their beautiful colours. It is as if heaven and earth are bridged by love. But they stand individually, each rooted in the soil in their own connection with the earth. In this way they represent the essence of true friends, mature, easy with each other, natural. There is no urgency about their connection, no neediness, no desire to change the other into something else. | This card indicates a readiness to enter this quality of friendliness. In this passage, you may notice that you are no longer interested in all kinds of dramas and romances that other people are engaged in. It is not a loss. It is the birth of a higher, more loving quality born of the fullness of experience. It is the birth of a love that is truly unconditional, without expectations or demands.

Knight of Water, Trust:
Now is the moment to be a bungee jumper without the cord! And it is the quality of absolute trust, with no reservations or secret safety nets, that the Knight of Water demands from us. There is a tremendous sense of exhilaration is we can take the jump and move into the unknown, even if the idea scares us to death. An when we take trust to the level of the quantum leap, we don't make any elaborate plans or preparations. We don't say, "Okay, I trust that I know what to do now, and I'll settle my thing and pack my suitcase and take it with me." No, we must jump, with hardly a thought for what happens next. | The leap is the thing, and the thrill of it as we free-fall through the empty sky. The card gives a hint here, though, about what waits for us at the other end -- a soft, welcoming, yummy pink, rose petals, juicy...c'mon!

And hey...you always were Mem, anyway.

Monday, November 16, 2009

hardcore zen?

Tuesday and Thursday Brad Warner brings hardcore Zen to the southwest of Canada. I'm drenched in Zen at present (preZent? fitting): just finished an intro to Zen meditation course, acquired Zen tarot cards, and am preparing to meet Venerable Warner this week.
And yet...
And yet...
I've never been so physically committed and so mentally and emotionally uncommitted to anything in my life. I can only commit in the immediate practicing present, and only with responsibility to others. The rest of the time, I'm a skeptic.
So it makes me wonder generally about the state of spirituality in my generation. It seems that elder generations expect apathy and noncommitment...k, I have to come back to this. I'm enmeshed in the "stealth hetereosexual[ity]" of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.


...but actually.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

what's the rush?

Perhaps a better question would be, "Where's the rush? Who's the rush? When? Why?" The title of this particular webcomic is particularly enlightening: "Orgasms are great, but why skip the sex?" Why are we so concerned with endings and beginnings? What about everything in between, the actual living, the life? What's the point of music you ignore? Just where are you trying to get? Let it be, kid. Let it be.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

14. Muddy Road

Tanzan and Ekido were once travelling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling.

Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.

"Come on, girl," said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.

Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzan, "especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"

"I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"


Zen Flesh, Zen Bones