Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Emptiness in Christianity

I was reading through some AA source material and came across the following quote from Bill W. talking about the kinship of common suffering he says:

“Let us not, therefore, pressure anyone with our individual or even our collective views. Let us instead accord each other the respect and love that is due to every human being as they try to make their way towards the light.”

12 steps speaks initially about the God of our understanding, then emphasizes God rather than Higher Power, as does the rest of the literature ,  especially the Twenty-Four  Hours a Day.

The general tone and philosophic assumptions encourage people, with half remembered phrases to emphasize their Christian leanings which in turn encourages Jews to assert their identity. The current literature creates the very pressure Bill W. was warning about.

In my spiritual studies, I have been particularly interested in looking at the salient features of the Abrahamic faiths and Buddhism and have found it quite a puzzle.

Christianity emphasizes one's emotional relationship with the divine, a thought sometimes more academically carried through in Judaism, yet in Buddhism, even in those flavors which entertain a pantheon of gods, there is little emphasis of that relationship. It seems the dogmas and experience of Buddhism seemed incompatible in the light of Twelve-Step spirituality developed from Oxford Group Protestantism, which naturally favors the Abrahamic.

In reading Thomas Merton, The Christian mystic who wrote in his “New Seeds of Contemplation,” the following about God as a higher power and the nature of the self.

“ Despair is the ultimate development of a pride so great and stiff-necked that it selects the absolute misery of damnation rather than accept happiness from the hands of God...

...but a man who is truly humble cannot despair, because in the humble man there is no such thing as self-pity.

...In perfect humility all selfishness disappears and your soul no longer lives for itself or in itself for God – and it is lost and submerged in Him and transformed formed into Him.”

He talks of surrender, humility, and contemplation of God, going on to say...

“If we were incapable of humility we would be incapable of joy, because humility alone can destroy the self-centeredness that makes joy impossible.”

It sounds like a good formula for Twelve-step recovery, but it was reading Merton’s last book, “The Asian Journey of Thomas Merton,” when he reconciled his Christian and Buddhist views, that made that root connection for me as well. He had met with His Holiness the Dalai Lama in Dharamsala and stopped off in Sri Lanka to visit the Buddhist temples and great statues at Polonnaruwa before going on to Bangkok, and his untimely death. He had intended to return to India to study advanced Buddhism. An account of his meeting can be heard in the Wisdom podcast of an American, Harold Talbott, who set up the meeting. 

https://apple.co/2m4Yi1E

It was at Polonnaruwa that Merton recorded the following observation:


“ looking at these figures I was shockingly, almost forcibly, jerked clean out of the habitual, half-tied vision of things, and an inner clearness, clarity, as it exploding from the rocks themselves, became evident and obvious. The queer evidence of the reclining figure, the smile, the sad smile of Ananda standing with arms folded (much more “imperative“ then Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa because completely simple and straightforward). The thing about all this is that there is no puzzle, no problem, and really no “mystery.“ All problems are resolved and everything is clear, simply because what matters is clear. The rock, all matter, all life, is charged with dharmakaya (the perfection body of Buddhahood) Everything is emptiness and everything is compassion. I don’t know when in my life I have ever seen had such a sense of beauty and spiritual validity running together in one aesthetic illumination. Surely with Polonnaruwa, my Asian pilgrimage has become clear and purified itself. I mean, I know and have seen what I was obscurely looking for. I don’t know what else remains, but I have now seen and have peace to the surface and I’ve got beyond the shadow in the disguise.”

It is the words “all is emptiness and compassion” that are so meaningful to me, assuring that Merton who had previously lost himself in contemplation of God’s love had a similarly numinous experience in the physical emanation of Buddhist belief.

I guess that’s my point, that FA  is altogether too Christian in expression and that Buddhist realizations of the inherent emptiness of all things, including ourselves, together with compassion for all sentient beings is worthy of study by anyone in recovery.

You’ll notice Merton never had God as a buddy. This was all loss of self and meditation on Bodhicitta compassion as a spiritual development. 

...something we could consider for example is rewriting the Twenty-Four Hours for food addicts and compulsive over-eaters with less bias than is currently present.



Friday, November 3, 2017

Botticelli dreams of Manafort

Was Aphrodite not born on Paphos shore?

Served on a shell

And naked.

Perhaps well-fed, disgraceful tykes

Will be servèd so

Revealed by Moeller’s hand,

Omertà broken,

They cover their pudenda

And begin to blab...

Monday, May 29, 2017

Merton at Polonnaruwa

Listening to an interview with Harold Talbott speaking about Thomas Merton's experience at Polonnaruwa, I find my spiritual acuity brought into sharp focus. Merton died some ten days later... 

At Polonnaruwa and looking at the carved stone Buddhas, Merton said,

"...I was suddenly, almost forcibly, jerked clean out of the habitual, half-tied vision of things, and an inner clearness, clarity, as if exploding from the rocks themselves, became evident and obvious. The queer evidence of the reclining figure, the smile, the sad smile of Ananda standing with arms folded (much more "imperative" than Da Vinci's Mona Lisa because simple and straightforward). The thing about this is that there is no puzzle, no problem, and really no "mystery." All problems are resolved and everything is clear. The rock, all matter, all life, is charged with dharmakaya...everything is emptiness and everything is compassion."



Monday, April 17, 2017

The Law of Unintended Consequences

In the years leading up to 1989, my gardener, Abd'l Aziz, used to take a three monthly sabbatical during which he would travel to Afghanistan to kill Russians. Abd'l Aziz was ethnically a Tajik and benefitted from the supply of American weapons from the Yemeni, Osama bin Laden, who organized supply from money received from the Saudis.

In 1989, a great change occurred. The Russians gave up in Afghanistan and the resistance morphed into a civil war with Osama, the leader of the newly formed AlQaeda and the ethnic Pashtun Taliban fighting against the Tajiks and the United States. The airliner attacks in 2001 was a direct result and the US is still fighting in Afghanistan some sixteen years later. I reflect that the British fought three wars in Afghanistan at the height of their imperial power and lost every one of them. One result of the subsequent compromise result was the recognition of tribal areas of the Durand line which still enable problems some 120 years later.

So there can be unintended consequences modified by a persistence of political memory. 

The striving of national consciousness of the Kurds and Palestinians and the creation of Kingdoms in Syria and Iraq at the end of WWI are good examples. 

And now the rebellion of Sunnis in Syria against the tyranny of Hafez , and later Bashir, Assad are others.

It is within the dynamic of this latter rebellion we have seen the phenomenon of foreign fighters appearing both in the ranks of AlQaeda and in Daesh (Isis). Fighters have appeared from Tunisia (6,000), Saudi Arabia (2,500), Jordan (2000), Russia and the Central Asian Republics (7,000), and Turkey (2,000).

The unintended consequences will probably be pressure on the  fragile autocratic regimes of the countries of their origin when the hardened warriors (that survive) return home.

Turkey will not only have its Kurds to worry about, but also Salafi ethnic Turks. Saudi Arabia and Russia will also have to deal with experienced fighters and the rest of us will continue to face a wave of terrorism...

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Rothko

I was watching Charlie Rose the other day. discussing a new book Eric Kandell had just published called "Reductionism in Art and Science." He had previously cooperated with Kandell, a Nobel prize winner, in producing a series of programs about the brain.


Kandell's book illustrated parallels in scientific and artistic thinking and reminded me of a book a friend, Brian Gibson, once spoke of. His lecturer at Cambridge, Thomas Henn had written "The Apple and the Spectroscope" back in the 60s on the same comparative subject. In the event it was reviewed by the formidable critic, F.R. Leavis, who tossed the book into the audience with the words  "The Pineapple and the Kaleidoscope? -- all a Henn can do is cackle!" A cheap shot. The book is still in print, but Leavis, Henn, and Brian, latterly a Hollywood director, are all gone now.


The program touched on Rothko who experimented with color with his reductionist art and I thought I might use some of his tones and shades in my pottery.



Art really brings me alive. 


When I was working and traveling I always used to try and make it to a gallery in whatever town I was lecturing.


Which brings me to an exhibition of impressionist art we had a couple of years back in San Francisco. It was about winter scenes. Of course we bought a Monet and since have transported it to Saint Antonin in France where it's now hangs in my sister-in-law's house. The point was that on leaving that art exhibition, both Diana and myself were enlivened to all and every visual happening. Everything was a feast for our eyes for at least week!



So maybe I can now experiment in some glazes which will reflect on the earth tones of Mark Rothko or even the blue and green brightness of David Hockney. 


 

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

California Dreaming

Early Summer,
And warm winds comb the golden land.
Crêpe myrtles giddily strew colored confetti across the lawn.
Even the olive trees dance, green and silver.
Cypresses sway, all in a line, fingering scales.
All is fluid (πάντα ῥεῖ.)
Only the still, blue sky, cloudless, 
Denies this harbinger of hot dry days...

Monday, July 11, 2016

Starry Night

So, will you travel the galaxies
Tranquil, in the midst of change?
Companion in the Cosmos.
Reborn in a starry night...
Flung out into a cosmic web,
Seeking a new expression, sentient,
Free from pain and fear...