Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Dismantling The Self

The problem is simple, but it’s not easy. Ego,  

self-centeredness,  survival,  are all words that

point to the problem. The simple fact that we 

all die is ignored by most everyone.  That

ignorance is the basis of the competitive 

struggle that creates factions, nations, political

groups,  manifestos, organized religions, belief 

systems, and other self-referential forms.

 

It is possible to produce enough food to 

feed the world,  to house and clothe it’s people,

to avoid environmental  catastrophe, 

to control population so that one species does not

dominate the planet…but this will not happen 

unless a complete about face of world view

occurs for humanity…an about face from the 

delusion of control, dominance and social

Darwinism  that is just an excuse for humans 

to behave like animals.

 

It’s doubtful that such an about face will occur.  

It took two World Wars for Europe

to tire of senseless slaughter and go into union. 

At this point, it’s likely the entire world

will experience that painful lesson. The only 

question is will there be anyone left when

school lets out?

 

The problem is organic. The evolution of 

intelligence leads to self awareness…a  useful

mechanism in that it creates questioning 

that leads to discovery and mind’s ability to

function in the phenomenal  world. With the 

arising of self consciousness co-emerges

the illusion of a “thing” called “me”, which 

is a shadow or “gel” that overlays sense

perceptions and creates a bias for the reference 

point.  This bias selects experience  that

enhances the reference point and avoids that 

which is detrimental  to it. Pure, unbiased

perception is captivated and used to ensure 

the continuity of the reference point, which

clouds mind’s ability to see things as they are.  

The self-referential entities that  appear

are sophisticated enough to form relationships 

which seem to enhance survival.  Every

possible manifestation then ensues.

 

2500 years ago, Lord Buddha taught 

the path of liberation from the dictatorship 

of the ego.  Enlightenment  is not some high 

state where you can experience what you’ve

been longing for.  Enlightenment is merely 

the absence of  ego,  the  illusion of self-

centeredness…. that which keeps 

us from our natural lives.

 

Face it,  Baby,  it’s a tough illusion…

like when you walked in that bar that night and

she was sitting there like a reason to live.  

It clicked in your heart like a bear trap.  You

had to do what you did.  Enough said.  You 

couldn’t just look at it. It seemed too real.

 

The self has to be dismantled in order to 

recover  the simple direct perception of

phenomena,  which is wisdom.  The process of 

the path is like taking a loaded revolver

from a baby that has accidentally found it.  

All kinds of emotions come up;  anger,

resentment,  betrayal  as one gives up, 

 lets go of,  looses it’s favorite toy.

 

Curse Of The Familiar

  I see how we  become familiar and

comfortable with what is available

and a trap. Death on the installment

plan. Familiar and a trap. Addicted to

trap.  Love,  whatever  you got Baby,

so give it up ‘cause the time to impress

is almost over…but one more sweaty

turn on the dance floor for all the folks.

Trailer Posh

 Her daddy bought her a nice house

and,  boy,  did she need the space for

all the empty bottles and ampules…

stringy blond hair and raspy voice

that could take paint off of wood,

whiny and retching but her clothes

are the latest…plenty of dogs and a

horse in the backyard…driving in

her silks to score in the city.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Poems from Lotus Garden retreat 2009

“I drink and I smoke”

I drink and I smoke,
staring death in the face,
which makes each moment
of life my practice…
which makes each moment
of practice so precious…

Not trying to kill myself,
not trying to stay alive.
Honing the edge 
that cuts the mundane.

. . . . . . . . . ;.

Dwight David Eisenhower Discovers Suchness

“Everything is more the way it is now
than it ever has been.” Dwight David Eisenhower

.. . . . . . . … . .

Exquisite Simplicity

Running out of words, my poems
are blank pieces of paper.

Who said that?

When things are beyond words,
experience merges with phenomena.

I become a kindly stranger and no one
remembers my name.
Someone opened a door for someone…
someone gave someone a cigarette….bus fare…
someone helped an old lady across the street.

The world is one heart, of which we all
have a little piece….
better give it away.