Thursday, June 30, 2016

'You have to love to write."

You have to love to write,
how could it not be?
All art is a form of love,
of heart unchained and free.
Art is as trivial as a smile, a wink,
an off hand joke that goes riot,
as large as the murals of Rivera
on the walls in Mexico City, still
love in all its facets..some don't
even look like love, look like its
opposite, just hidden behind the
horrible beauty of paints or words.
If it moves you somehow, it is love
somewhere..buried in your own
cemetery, maybe, the one you
carry with you your whole time,
waiting to be robbed to life.

Trope

I write because all the other poets wrote,
and, I had to answer.

Plan Ahead

You realize how hard that is to do?
At first, it's "heads up!" learn to walk,
eat solid food, tie your shoe.
Later, when the bearing's straight,
begin to look around, a random place,
random people, a serendipitous body
of knowledge accrues, a random 
amalgam that has no blue print to go on.
No one can plan a head...heads just
happen like the rainbows they dissolve
into. I didn't plan ahead to have enough
cigarettes, so this poem started on the 
way to the store; these aren't the same
words I had in mind on the way down.
Even Pollock (i bet) didn't know, at first, 
why he drizzled paint on canvass...
probably just thought he was drunk, and 
was. Only later the "ah ha!" Eureka! No 
one has the timetable for a brainstorm. 
They're planning for an earthquake in 
California right now, but, they'll never be 
ready for it, like love that happens when 
you least expect it. The only thing one
can plan for is anything to happen. 

For Neil Leadbeater

Here's a man, amen,
who filigrees his directness and
uncommon sense in words, 
three "D", third degree of attention
and clarity, unassuming, overt,
an open secret of understanding.

Depth does not seem to be a 
problem...if there is one, it's
not relevant. He certainly swims
in an ocean of meaning, a life
guard to the timid of mind.

God Is Dog (ma) Spelled Backwards

The first sin wasn't eating an apple. It
was curiosity. The first dogma was:
"Thou shalt not eat the fruit of that tree
over there." Of, course Adam and Eve 
were going to...they didn't know from sin,
the way a kid doesn't know not to put its
finger in a light socket. Surprise! So, they
were curious and had to leave the Garden.
I guess God hadn't created forgiveness yet.
If He had just forgiven them, humanity 
wouldn't be in the mess it's in.

So then, everyone that followed were 
curious, and discovered a lot of stuff, good
and bad. Then God saw that things were
getting out of control, so, He interjected a
little more dogma. He sent Moses to get the
Ten Commandments. Some of the 
Commandments made common sense...
don't kill, don't steal, and don't adulterate
anything, for examples. 

"Thou shalt not have other gods before Me"
is a curious one. He didn't say there were 
no other gods, nor that people shouldn't 
have them. He was just saying He was 
Numero Uno on the God chart. The pagans
must have had cooler gods, because the
"before me" was dropped pretty quick for
practical considerations.

Even so, the Ten Commandments didn't
solve all the problems, so, God sent Jesus 
down to straighten things out. 

"Love thy neighbor as thyself." Boy, they 
hadn't heard that in a looong time, and the
body count had become enormous by then.
Jesus didn't teach dogma...he just tried to
change the direction of peoples' minds a bit.
"God is love"  and such things. But humans 
were too jaded by then, so, they crucified him
on the principle of being a general nuisance.
That might have made him a martyr, and would
have, if Paul hadn't been there, seen his 
opportunity to create a cult called "the Church",
something Christ surely never intended. Then
the chalice began to overflow with dogma.

I don't know where the "Second Coming" came
from...did Jesus, after the resurrection and 
before the ascension say "I'll be back." like
Arnold? Might as well could have. All the 
fragments of the original Jesus ideal, including
Muslims, are pretty sure if he does come back,
he's going to be pretty pissed off.

So, God failed from the get go. You can't look 
at it now and say the creation was a success.
Or, you can just blame humanity and then blame
God for the concept of forgiveness.

Maybe God gave up...now every day, for Him,
is Sunday. Maybe God's thinking now is that
humanity should sink or swim based on it's own
intelligence...we can see how that's going. Thanks
for nothing, God.










Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Van

Van was sick of his country. He never
thought of it as "his", that it belonged to him ,
or that somehow he was responsible for it.
He was born in it, and lived all his life in it,
but he never believed in any of the hype and
slogans that he saw and heard everywhere
about it, as if loyalty and patriotism were 
somehow a requirement for the privilege
of being alive. Some other humans made 
up the slogans for a purpose that he could
vaguely discern and only vaguely cared about.
He didn't see how he was worse than them,
so he felt he had no reason to adhere to
platitudes created by equal or inferior 
individuals. He realized eventually that they 
were mostly all on the grift, so he lost interest.

He didn't want to live anymore in a country
that touted the rule of law, where the police
were more and more looking like paramilitary,
where most of the people they killed were not
violent criminals, and where most of the people
they didn't kill were mass murderers that 
"somehow" always seemed to slip through 
the cracks of a national surveillance system
that could tell you what you had for lunch, but
couldn't control people that they already knew
were crazy and likely to cause trouble. It was
a joke, but not the least bit funny. The slogans
were wearing a bit thin even for a lot of people 
who believed in them.

He moved to Mexico, where everyone knew 
who the criminals were, where the police could
be trusted to be corrupt, but weren't into hurting
people randomly because they'd had a bad day,
and where you could know how much of a bribe
to give them. They would even bargain for it. He
met a guy there once, Otto, a mob connected 
guy from New Jersey, who wasn't adverse to
killing and had fled to Mexico to change his life,
which ultimately failed. Before he died, he was 
at a bar in Cuernavaca drinking. He had a talk
with a couple of guys that started to turn ugly.
One of the guys went outside, and the other
told Otto that that guy was going for his gun. Otto
went after him and slammed his head into his car 
and killed him. When the police came, they told
Otto it was OK, that they didn't liked the guy he
had killed, and that he had done them a favor.

So, you could say, from this and other examples
Van could cite, that Van was living in a practical
anarchy. Van believed it was why people tended 
to be polite to each other...do unto others. And, 
also, if you really pissed someone off, they could 
kill you and get away with it. One thing about
Mexicans is that they don't forgive and don't forget.
The town he lived in was like many areas in
Mexico, semi-autonomous. The people of the
town controlled it. There were only two roads
leading in and out of  town, so, any trouble with
the Federalies and they could easily shut them out,
which they had done on occasion. If you were a
gringo that wanted to live there and you weren't
someone they wanted there, men would come to
your house one night and  explain that you had
to leave. I guess you could call it some kind of
honor system.

Over all, people seemed happy. You could
tell from  the way the children were...always
playing in the  Zocalo, laughing and merry...
quiet on the bus. Most people you happened
to make eye contact with would say buenos dias.
After a couple of years, Van's land lord started
to consider him family. His grocer was  his friend...
he watched NFL football with him sometimes.
He had two sons that sometimes tended the
store who were great kids...mild and unassuming.
Van didn't have a lot of friends, but he was never
lonely. If he felt the need for human contact, all
he had to do was walk from his house to the
Zocalo and talk to anybody who was there.
Van felt that he had found home.





















Sunday, June 26, 2016

Meanwhile

A stone door opens
on the side of a mountain.
A mother shoots her two
teenage daughters and is
killed by police.
A comedian with swastika
paintballs for Trump.
Hillary denies ever having
been human.
George Will quits the 
Republican Party and 
becomes a ballerina.
Other politicians shred
themselves, unable to
decide what to be for 
or against.
Meanwhile whales wash
ashore ceaselessly 
in natural protest.

No judgement, just 
documentation is enough.
A Bruegel painting is enough.
A Terminator movie is enough.
Video of Mid East wars is enough.
Certainty is certainly uncertain,
of that we can be sure...belief in
God evaporates as surety dilutes,
as ozone depletes,
as cell towers proliferate,
As England still can't make up
its mind if it's part of Europe,
As Bernie is sure he's voting
for Hillary...sure he's sure...
for now.
Meanwhile, Syrian refugees
enter USA, and Americans leave,
or buy more guns.
This is not a complaint, just, facts.
The truth is still the truth, always true,
observable, concrete, present tense.
Meanwhile, George Will does a plie,
and goes home.



















Saturday, June 25, 2016

Ex Machina

"In the spring, the chrysanthemum's
astringent fragrance comes, revealing
the hidden mechanism of
machine within machine within machine."
(Wallace Stevens)

Filigree of words and expressions
at the cafe in full blossom sophistication,
light hearted, heart lit with joy that
synapses in the brain, a trifle, a dance
in the play of surprising connection
previously hidden.

Decisions are made for better and worse,
affecting individuals and civilizations,
creating new momentums like a top that
spins 'til its energy wanes and it comes to rest.

"We knew each other in grade school,
now our vacation in Mexico, 'til the next
tranche of deliberateness propels us
forward into the next chapter."
...of autobiography, enacted, then revised
in the end, to reveal chosen memory.

Nature, nurture, or, manufacture?
Are there unseen rules, unseen laws
governing events?

What would we be without mystery?
What beyond reflex do we have to offer?
Is there magic, or, do we just pretend?
Do miracles point to something
we can't see?
Is coincidence simply a meshing of gears?

Hippies use side door.














Friday, June 24, 2016

Life Is A Process Of Elimination

As eecummmings wrote:
"i am a shape that
can but eat and turd."

What goes (in) up
must come down. 

And we seem to grow,
advance
get better, smarter,
do more,
for better or worse,
but, inevitably,
the gravity of the situation
brings us to our knees
figuratively or actually,
'til, like Brando on his 
death bed, the question
comes: "What was that?"
meaning, life at all.

What is this, our 
continuing now alive,
our play in which our
truth is revealed,
hopefully, if we pay 
enough attention?

Do we want the truth,
do we seek it, or,
just a comfy chair
at the end of an 
imaginary rainbow, 
a brass ring
somehow always
slightly out of reach,
slightly always
ahead of ourselves?

Have we ever dared 
to ask ourselves
the overwhelming 
question, or, born
in the middle of tamasha,
did we just keep running
in the same direction
as everyone else,
because
it seemed the right thing,
the everybody thing,
and everybody can't 
be wrong?

For many certainty seems
to be assured....a dynasty
in China meant many lives
didn't change from birth to
death, so, why bother 
to question...which is why
the Chinese curse: "May you
live in interesting times."

Born in the middle of tamasha,
into an order that reeks of chaos,
into a world bursting at it seems.
















Thursday, June 23, 2016

Funny Story

I met this guy, Jerry, a client of B.'s, that he wanted 
me to give meditation instruction to. I met Jerry once, 
then a few days later, yesterday, in fact, when we 
had dinner with B. and some other people, and then 
I was going with him to B.'s to give him instruction. 
Both the first time I met Jerry and yesterday, we 
just started laughing about everything...just made 
that strange connection. After dinner, some people 
were getting ice cream, and Jerry and I were on the 
sidewalk, talking and joking. I said:

"You know, I met one other person in my life that 
this kind of thing happened with, that every time I 
saw her, our whole conversation was hilarity...it 
was at the Newberry Library when I was in college. 
We had to leave the library many times because we 
were making too much noise. The woman was a 
Midwesterner. red headed, not beautiful but very 
attractive. Of course I wanted to have sex with her, 
but she was a Christian, saving herself for her 
husband, so it was a bit of a dilemma. Somehow, 
she was at my apartment, and I got her to lay on 
a table. I'm not sure how having her on the table 
was going to facilitate what I was after,
but, there she was."

"What happened then?"

"She stopped laughing."

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Trungpa On Fallon

Fallon read an excerpt quickly....
the truth is an embarrassment to these people.




Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Tower Of Babel

"Diversity"...
Let's see how many unique kinds of
people we can come up with...instead of 
keeping it simple and realizing that
individuals are complex, contradictory,
uncertain, curious, weird.

"A great order is a great disorder."  Stevens

Before Babel, everyone could communicate.
After Babel, a myriad of afterthoughts, 
second guessing, pigeonholing, good ideas,
...babbling idiots looking for a safe space
in an inherently unsafe world...
poor lost children.

"Chaos is very good news." Chogyam Trungpa




Saturday, June 18, 2016

The West Coast Is Quiet

Too quiet...
through no fault of its own.
Tinsel Town the perfect venue
for disaster on top of
its own glittery, jittery glister.
It will be its own witness
to white neon chaos
remolecularization of fantasy
spectacle of electro schlock
kitsch catastrophe
fruit of its belabored intensity.

Daily Mirror

Go where the truth is.
Paradise is just the way
things should be.
Children know when 
something's wrong.
Adults think wrong is right,
bad is good...
"they find out when they reach
the top they're on the bottom."
It's stupid simple.

Give please a chance and listen
once in a while, not to me, the wind.
Carpe Diem, a good day for fishing.

I'm not a great poet...Yeats was,
Eliot was; ended up in schools
eliciting oos and ahs...who knows
what they actually said? They were
writing about apocalypse now, to 
show it in human experience with 
words.

Ginsberg's Howl more overt, but we
needed that by then...too many
coffee spoons had gone by.

"The peas that passeth all understanding."
That's what Christ really said...
he was so hungry.

"Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down." eecummings

"What are you rebelling against?"

"Whattya got?"  (Brando)

The prospects of finding someone decent
in the tomasha are limited...
too young and they're spoiled...
too old and they're no good anymore.

There could be a secret pocket of 
goodness somewhere, a cult, but,
it remains hidden...

...like Shambhala that only emerges 
when conditions are ripe, in spite of 
the hype and publicity.

No, this time, era, age, will play itself 
out...the play in which the truth is 
revealed to those with eyes that can see.

"Even Jesus wanted a little more time."
Tom Waits

"Excuse me, but, is this asparagus taken?"
(Jean Cocteau...well...no...
but he might as well could have done)

She throws herself on the grass,
(it's hard to end something that 
never had a beginning)
he lies down next to her.




















Friday, June 17, 2016

Paradise Or Utopia?

We blew paradise when we
ate of the tree called "knowledge
of good and evil", basic duality,
I and other, us and them.

We're we stupid before knowledge,
or,
was paradise being in the present 
moment without distinctions of time;
i.e., now. And every other time?
Still dualism. 

Why did we want to get back to the
garden? Because it was less complex,
complicated, confusing, frustrating, ect.,
or, because it was more real?

Utopia, ideal society, oxymoron?
Maybe, but some primitive societies
accomplish tasks as a group without
lots of planning, work together as 
one mind without analysis, each
seemingly intuitively knowing their job.

I experienced this twice in my life; once,
directing a play, and once building a 
meditation center. When I looked back,
when each was done, I had no idea how
exactly each had come about. Each of
them seemed to be a miracle.

If it is Utopia, it has to be that garden.







Thursday, June 16, 2016

Trope

'The truth is an acquired taste."

Koan # 666

"Well?"

"Well what?"

Conspiracy Truthist

Over 80% of Americans don't believe 
Oswald killed Kennedy. 
That only took over fifty years.
I'll stop short of the Reptilians, but,
no doubt, most people in power
are cold blooded.
Are they using cell phone towers
to brainwash Americans?
Might as well could be.
They do seem brainwashed, fer sure.
And evolution of humans seems to be
going backwards; the obesity problem,
the "political correctness" infantilism...
take away guns from the people and
bring in more terrorists...like shooting
fish in a barrel. The American Dream
is a frayed not.
Christ, people are stupid morons.
More on this at ten.
If you don't like what I'm writing,
don't read, don't look around, don't see.
I'm in Mexico, where the dangers are
known and navigable.
In Amerika, you don't know, if you go
to the mall if it's for shopping or slaughter.
It is, at least, true, isn't it?
Why do I have to be so negative?
It's your fault for allowing it to happen...
all of it. Go to Disneyland, you nerds,
that rhymes with herds, that rhymes with...
even you can fill in that blank, because,
somewhere, deep down, you know you
are full of it.









Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Three Lords Of Materialism (reprint from Lions Roar)

Meet The Three Lords of Materialism
BY CAROLYN ROSE GIMIAN| SEPTEMBER 1, 2005

The Lords of Form, Speech, and Mind – we think they’ll make us happy and secure, but Carolyn Gimian tells us that everything wrong with the world and our lives is their creation.
The Kalachakra tantra talks about a time when the three lalos, the barbarian kings, will rule the earth. In the 1970’s, Buddhist author Chögyam Trungpa referred to the three lalos as “the Three Lords of Materialism.” That translation has been adopted as the standard, perhaps because it so aptly describes the attitude that rules the modern world. Indeed, materialism is king.
The Three Lords are the Lord of Form, who rules the world of physical materialism; the Lord of Speech, who rules the realm of psychological materialism; and the Lord of Mind, who is the ruler of the world of spiritual materialism.
All Three Lords serve their emperor, ego, who is always busy in the background keeping his nonexistent empire fortified with the ammunition supplied by the Lords. According to the Buddhist understanding, the ego is a collection of rather random heaps of thoughts, feelings, perceptions, and basic strategies for survival that we bundle into a nonexistent whole and label “me.” The Three Lords act in the service of this basic egomania, our deluded attempt to keep this sense of self intact.
On a simple level, these aspects of materialism deal with the challenges of everyday life: fulfilling one’s needs for food and shelter for the body, food for thought, and spiritual sustenance. The problem arises when we begin to pervert these parts of our lives, adopting them as the saving grace or using them to protect us from our basic insecurities.
Why are you unhappy? What is it that you need in life? When you begin to think that the pink pair of shoes you saw last week at the mall is going to really rock your boat and rescue you from depression, that is the moment when the Lord of Form, or physical materialism, begins to hold sway. Think that all your problems will be solved by winning the lottery, writing a bestseller, or being the winning contestant on Survivor? Welcome to the game show of the Lord of Form.
Just about any religion or spiritual movement will tell you that physical materialism is not the ultimate solution. It is an extremely powerful force, especially in the world today, but it is easier to deconstruct than the other two Lords—although not necessarily easy to escape from. Psychological materialism, on the other hand, is much more subtle, and religion is split on whether or not psychology, philosophy, and scientific systems of belief are enemies or friends.
The Lord of Speech rules the realm of our thoughts, our conceptual understanding of ourselves and the world. Why is speech connected with psychological materialism? Because we construct ourselves with words; we present ourselves to the world with speech, whether written or spoken. Your business card tells people who you are, as does your resumé. When you meet somebody, you introduce yourself with your name, and then usually you tell the other person a little bit about yourself. That’s your story.
Behind the story, we are saying “This is me. This is who I am.” Most of the time, most of us want to protect this basic sense of self at all costs. The Three Lords understand this perfectly and that’s how they make their living, so to speak. If the Lord of Form hasn’t convinced you that plain old physical materialism will satisfy you and keep you safe, then the Lord of Speech takes over the sales pitch.
In the Buddhist teachings, intellectual sharpness and understanding are highly prized. Prajna, or discriminating awareness, is thought of as almost a goddess of wisdom. However, using systems of thought to enhance our sense of self and to ward off confusion and insecurity creates a prison for the intellect, and in the end, we stop seeing clearly. We are no longer investigating the world with open eyes; we are just working harder and harder to describe our fantasy world and to solidify it until we think it’s the real thing.
Science has served over the centuries as the handmaiden for the Lord of Speech, yet it has also served as a source of knowledge and investigation that tears down or deconstructs the illusory world of psychological materialism. Witness Copernicus and Galileo. They were huge threats to the egocentric universe, such a deadly threat that in Galileo’s case he had to be branded an enemy of religion, debunked, and put under house arrest. Today, as far as I know, even the most extreme literal-minded religious fanatics accept that the earth revolves around the sun. In those days, it was heresy, a repudiation of who people thought they were and what they thought the meaning of the universe was. We thought God made the world and the whole universe for us, just for us. He made the sun and the moon for us. It all revolved around us.
Charles Darwin is still controversial. Of course, it’s been less than two hundred years since he looked at the evidence of human evolution and suggested that we were related to other animals and that we were a somewhat random occurrence in the universe, governed not by divine providence but by a principle called “survival of the fittest.” We might now accept that the earth revolves around the sun, but on this earth, God created us as his chosen ones.
Or did he? That is still being debated in our schools, our churches, our courts, and most importantly, in our own minds. Sophisticated, educated people might scoff at creationists, but on a fundamental level, we all want to feel that we’re special, and that not just we but “I” have a special place in the universe.
We certainly see ourselves as the center of our individual universe. We seem to be wired that way: our modes of perceiving and interacting in the world bring everything back to what we experience as “central headquarters,” or our ego. And the Lord of Speech is waiting right there to tell us that this view of ourselves is a good thing, a great thing in fact. The Lord of Speech tells us that we should ward off any fundamental threats to our sense of self-importance by keeping our story lines intact and adopting those views of the world that support us, me, I.
Freud was another scientific researcher who threatened our sense of self, by suggesting that the conscious “I” was not nearly as securely in control as we would like to think. He pioneered the use of the term ego to refer to the self, though not necessarily in the same way the term has been adopted by Buddhism in the West.
For Freud, a healthy ego had the ability to adapt to reality and interact with the outside world. But he also talked about something called the id, that out-of-control little beastie that unleashes our instinctual desires onto the world. As well, Freud’s suggestion that even infants are affected by sexual impulses and deep, dark emotions was an unsettling challenge to our persona, the nice but mythical person with whom we would like to identify ourselves. Today psychology has become much more tame and acceptable, and we often use therapy to help us feel more secure and to cure our malaise. Is this the predominance of sanity or the work of the Lord of Speech? Perhaps it is a little of both.
Religious and spiritual beliefs, when they are used to manufacture a sense of security and meaning, are the stronghold of the Lord of Mind. Sickness, old age, and death are unpleasant, painful facts of life, hard truths we find extremely difficult to deal with or understand. Why do people suffer? Why do they die? We have been asking these questions since we could frame a question at all. Everyone would like to feel that both their life and their death have meaning. The problem is, we don’t find meaning in the living of life itself, so we want reassurance. We want to know that our memory will survive, or our soul will go on, or that there is some greater meaning to our suffering.
Spiritual materialism, the specialty of the Lord of Mind, is the tendency of the ego to appropriate a religious or spiritual path to strengthen, rather than dismantle, our sense of self-importance. Chögyam Trungpa, who popularized this term, often used it to point to the self-congratulatory use of Eastern religions and New Age philosophies, especially in the sixties and seventies in North America. It can, however, refer to the tendency within any religious movement to use spirituality to reinforce rather than to reveal.
We often avoid authentic spiritual engagement that involves humbling ourselves or giving in. A pernicious form of spiritual materialism, orchestrated by the Lord of Mind, is to imitate or ape spiritual experiences, rather than to actually engage them. We get high, we get absorbed in nothingness or the godhead, we have a cathartic religious experience, but all on our own terms. God loves us, the universe loves us, we love ourselves.
Genuine spirituality offers various paths to investigate what we might call the real mysteries of life. It offers the opportunity both to look more deeply into life and to open out further into the world. It offers exploration, it offers communication, it offers investigation. It offers us genuine questions. Spiritual materialism, on the other hand, says: You don’t have to question. Do this and you’ll be fine. Believe this and you’ll be fine. When you die, you’ll be fine.
The Lord of Mind keeps his fortress intact by banishing a sense of humor. Someone has even made a serious psychological discipline or spiritual path out of laughter. Laugh every day. Go ahead. Start now. Keep it up for five minutes. Keep going. Keep laughing. Now you feel better, don’t you? You don’t? You must not have laughed enough. Let’s go back to the technique and start laughing again.
The Lord of Mind makes religion into a deadly serious business. If there are jokes, they are little in-jokes that don’t threaten our worldview but shore it up. In addition to co-opting conventional religions, the Lord of Mind is happy to make meditation, yoga, astral projection, chanting, and channeling into deadly serious matters. A Buddhist minister and his sangha or a swami and his sannyasins can be every bit as pious and self-righteous as a Christian priest and his congregation.
Sometimes the Lords work together. For example, in pre-Nazi Germany, the Lord of Form was helped out by the Lord of Speech, it would appear. The difficult economic times made it difficult for the Lord of Form to hold sway. So the Lord of Speech seems to have gotten in league with Adolf Hitler to construct a system of thought, National Socialism, that allowed many Germans to blame their economic problems on somebody else, a religious minority.
When we can externalize the threats to our self-existence, we feel justified, we feel strong, and we feel ready to kick some butt. This approach tells you who your enemy is, which also makes you feel good, because it assures you that you are not the problem. Karl Marx also employed this approach, although he fingered different bad guys: capitalism and the ruling class. He too used psychological materialism to shore up the realm of physical materialism. Interesting marriage that.
That kind of “us and them” approach is very powerful but very dangerous, because it becomes a rationale for hurting other people, and sometimes for using hideous means to intimidate, torture, or kill them—and all in the name of the good. In this “unholy” alliance, the Lord of Form, the Lord of Speech, and the Lord of Mind all work together to obscure the real threats to our security and to give us simple answers to our sense of fear and malaise. Holy wars and ethnic cleansings are often the extreme results when the Three Lords work together to play the blame game.
Any provocative or new way of thinking is viewed as a threat to be neutralized by the Three Lords of Materialism. Genuine spiritual inquiry can, and properly should be, threatening. Although Buddhism is an ancient religion, it is a relatively new discovery in the West, especially as a practice lineage, so that makes it potentially fresh and revolutionary in this culture. The Three Lords would like to dismantle Buddhism, but if that’s not possible, they will do their best to appropriate it.
These days, the Lord of Form would like to make Buddhism chic. Have you seen the head of Lord Buddha in a gift store as a candle? You can actually burn the Buddha in your home, as an artistic or aesthetic statement, thanks to the Lord of Form. Zen—the Lords got all over Zen in the world of gourmet cuisine and interior decoration. It’s even a way of thinking or talking: “Oh, that’s so Zen.”
This is somehow a little different than saying, “Oh, that’s so Baptist.” In any culture, the Three Lords figure out what you can trivialize and what you can’t.  In the West, in general, you can’t trivialize the Judeo-Christian tradition. In the Middle East, you do not lightly show disrespect for Allah.
Several years ago, I saw an ad in the paper for the opening of a “Buddha Bar.” The advertisement showed a large sprawling Buddha in a bathrobe, holding a martini, with part of his big belly exposed. I didn’t see any letters to the editor objecting to this image, nor were there angry Buddhists picketing at the opening of the bar. I don’t think you would get away with a “Jesus Bar” advertised by a leering Christ holding a chalice of wine.
Such caricatures often trivialize a culture, a minority, a way of thinking, or a genuine tradition that is not mainstream. Our stereotypes of the Beat Generation, for example, make us laugh at “Daddy-O,” rather than howling at the universe as Beat poet Allen Ginsberg would have had us do.
When you describe the Three Lords and their territory in any detail, it begins to feel as though there is nothing outside of their domain. That’s exactly what they would like you to believe. You may say, “Why bother to try to get beyond all this? Isn’t this just what we generally call ‘life’? What’s the problem?” Fair enough.
Or perhaps you are be waiting for me to tell you how to get out of this predicament. I’m sorry, but I don’t know. The point is that every person has to work on this for him- or herself. Any “-ism” I try to sell you to solve your problems can just become another static system of belief, another vehicle for the Three Lords of Materialism.
Here’s a hint, however, and perhaps a twist: the solution is not necessarily to give up tradition. It could be, but traditions are the keepers of wisdom as well as confusion. There is that kind of coemergent quality to life altogether. Problem/promise, neurosis/sanity, awake/asleep: they are inextricably bound together. Uncertainty, paradox, conundrum, irony: these confound the Three Lords, because they would like us to be certain about who we are.
Uncertainty: the Three Lords of Materialism don’t know what to do in that space. We don’t know what to do in that space, which is why we usually opt for some form of certainty, some solution, at that point. What good comes from uncertainty?
All the good in the world. The Lords can’t outsmart that empty feeling that comes back, no matter how much you achieve. You may keep going for eons, maybe lifetimes, but eventually, even if you get everything you want, it’s not enough. You can get all the power and material things, you can get all the therapy, you can get all the religion, you can get all the bliss, and eventually it will not be enough. When somebody has reached that conclusion, they might become desperate and kill themselves, which is missing the point, or they might begin to think about something beyond themselves.
Thus, if you decide you want to help others, that is something the Three Lords of Materialism really don’t like. However, if you only sort of want to help others, that might be okay with them. A certain amount of volunteer work is fine, if it looks good on your resumé and you can check off the “help others” box in your brain. This may sound terribly cynical, but truth be told, a lot of helping others is about helping me feel better about myself.
However, even if you are doing good to make yourself feel good, if you keep going with the helping part and you get far enough down the rabbit hole, you may eventually lose the reference point of yourself. For example, Stephen Lewis is the premier activist in the West working on the AIDS crisis in Africa: he’s definitely not in it for himself. Roméo Dallaire, the Canadian general who headed up the U.N. Peacekeeping Force to Rwanda: all he got was nightmares. Schindler saving the Jews in his factory in Nazi Germany: he ruined himself. Gandhi and Martin Luther King: it wasn’t a “me” thing. You don’t have to start with perfect motivation. Young volunteers who are just checking off a box on their resumé might get sidetracked if they go far enough, look far enough. One of them might become the next Stephen Lewis.
The Buddhist tradition, which exposed the Three Lords of Materialism for what they are, presents other clues for how one might transcend materialism and put the kibosh on the Three Lords. The alternative presented in the Buddhist teachings is called taking refuge.
In this case, it is taking refuge from, rather than taking refuge in. The swirling world of samsaric confusion is immensely powerful; it covers every single millimeter and millisecond of our experience. It papers over our mind with thoughts, feelings, emotions, perceptions, beliefs, and convictions. We take refuge in our wardrobe, we take refuge in our sports [sports] car, we take refuge in our B.A., M.A., Ph.D. We take refuge in our psychoanalyst. We take refuge in Astanga yoga, we take refuge in our families, we take refuge in our jobs, we take refuge in our gods, we take refuge, we take refuge, we take refuge.
The Buddha is an example of someone who walked out on this deception. He walked away from the palace. He realized that it wasn’t actually that good to be the king (apologies to Mel Brooks). He walked away from every system of thought and every ascetic setup that was offered to him as an alternative. The closer he got to actually waking up, the heavier was the assault from the Three Lords—which by the way is an important part of their M.O. If you start to get out of this predicament, they will really come at you. The night the Buddha became enlightened, they sent beautiful maidens, every Playboy Bunny in the realm, to seduce him. They sent armies, they sent weapons. They threatened him. They did whatever they could to drag him back into the whole sordid mess.
What did he do? Nothing. That was his ace in the hole. The Three Lords don’t know what to do with nothing. What can you make out of nothing? Who owns it? Nobody. And nobody is what they don’t want you to become. Please. Be somebody. Make something of yourself. Buddha said, No thanks. That’s what made him the Buddha. And if you take refuge in the Buddha, you are taking that as your example of how to live, how you might actually live your life. Does it sound attractive? Probably not. But it might be.
You can still live at home, keep your job, raise a family, even go to church—but it’s not about you. That’s the only thing. It’s not about me either. And that is really what freaks us out. We know at some level that nobody gives a fig about us. When somebody is patting you on the back and telling you how great you were, or are, or will be, most of the time they are doing that so that you will tell them how great they are. The society of mutual backslapping has a big room in the lodge of the Three Lords.
There is such a thing as genuine friendship, appreciation, and communication. In Buddhism, that is what is meant by the sangha: the people who are also, together, on the path of “It’s really not about me.” It’s not that we give up “me” all at once, but if we admit to ourselves and then admit to others that we know that this “all about me” is a big myth, if even for an instant we admit that, then it’s never the same again.
It’s like after you sleep with somebody. It’s never the same. That’s why the secret revelations on the sitcoms about how your best friend slept with your husband before you were married and never told you—that’s why that story is both so funny and so unsettling. It is never the same. And that’s the sangha. When you are being a flaming jerk and your friend, who knows this, gives you “the look,” it deflates you just a little bit. Because you both know. That’s the beginning of sangha. Take refuge in the sangha. Tell the truth. Just a little.
Then what? What are you going to do? Freud was trying to find answers in psychoanalysis, but he ended up with discontent. Einstein was trying to solve the mysteries of the universe and instead he found genuine mystery. That approach is called the path—taking refuge in the dharma, the teachings. Dharma just means “things as they are.” Take refuge in that. Fundamentally, dharma is not dogma; it’s about being willing to look, being willing to see. Like Galileo did. Like Darwin did. Like we all do when we are awestruck by beauty or terror in a moment.
It’s so penetrating because you have let down your guard. It’s terrible, wonderful. It’s real. That is the point of meditation, which is the basis of the path of dharma: it reveals things clearly to you, over and over again in the most ordinary, insubstantial little ways.
The path of meditation is one way to get out of our mess. Start practicing with any motivation you want. Go ahead, meditate to make yourself feel better, and you might find a much bigger world than you bargained for.
There are other ways in other traditions. The Three Lords of Materialism hope that you won’t find any of them, and if you get close, they have some good tricks up their sleeves. In fact, they are making me a big offer, a really good offer, to shut up. And I’m certainly on a first-name basis with the Three Lords. You better believe it. I’m going to yoga next week, I already own those great pink shoes, and the Lords are making me a terrific deal on a condominium and a seminar called “The Secret Teachings of Not about You” in Costa Rica next winter. And it’s going to be good. I really want to get out of Nova Scotia in February. I’m ready to sign on the dotted line.