faith

Something I Know to Think I Know

Two small phrases:  ‘germ of the ultimate’ counterpoised in playoff with ‘husk of convention’ really set off the fuse of cosmic association within me just now. I encountered those wonderful terms in an explication of Buddhist poetry.

They may not mean a thing to you but to me they mean and reveal everything! Just the way they are!

I’ll elaborate with an opaque explication of my own.

Think of a germ within a vast universe. This is spirituality and how it comes to be awakened in some kind of figurine of speech, so to speak, so to open up to think. But it’s the husk of convention that really gripped me. For this husk of convention is my experience of life in the physical incarnation. Nigh everybody I’ve encountered in my so-called ‘upbringing’ is a Hüsker Dü of convention. For sooth. The husk of convention is that by which we are all judged, evaluated, assessed, and appointed some signification, allotted some value, merit/demerit, allocated some status, bound and/or loosed.

And, until I began to learn how to begin to practice to transcend, this ubiquitous Hüsker Dü business bothered me like an incessant fly to my game of horse. But the germ of the ultimate is the thing that can set us all free from the confines of convention. Peal away the husk! Come and join the joyful living!

And prior to all of this and during all of this I have been and am simply a human being spiritual.

But it has always been innate and intimate within me to strive for the germ of the ultimate to shuck off the husk of convention. And with practice I am beginning to learn. With devotion is my place in the calm peace in the vast still space in the center of the germ within the ultimate.

I say this ‘cause I know this.

*Buddhist poetry thanks to Jetsun Dragpa Gyaltsen. Explication thanks to Khenpo Migmar Tseten.

Everybody Hurts

Everybody undervalues, underestimates and fails to appreciate the tremendous power in the sincerity of an apology.

Just an apology with no explanation. Only an apology.

The sincerity is of critical key importance.

It might be best to wait as long as it takes – even if it takes years and years – for that sincerity to finally come to the surface and develop.

Two Essays From a Friend


Essays courtesy of tmr

I’ve been trying for the longest time to communicate my spiritual beliefs in a compact way that might have a chance of getting through.

I think I’ve finally come across something very simple and succinct that captures it:

Inside of me is something that lives eternally that will leave my body and continue eternal life after what is laughably thought of as my demise (or my death). This ‘something’ is indistinguishable from God.

And I am not better than anyone else. This something indistinguishable from God is inside each and every one of us, regardless of creed, heritage, culture, doctrinal certainties, skin colors, sex, species, etc and anon.

That’s it.

Simple.

That’s me.

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To parse my recent spiritual insight a little more I will go on for a bit more. Those steamed vegetables and rice really put me in a good pensive serene mood, actually.

So, this part of me that is indistinguishable from God . . .

I said, of course, that this same part belongs to everyone, regardless of a whole number of varying qualifiers. That would make it relative by definition. It applies, too, to everyone no matter where you might stick your wick or what other things you might get up to with or without a wick, be they satisfying and/or celebratory or be they unsatisfying, disturbing and/or shameful.

And it is the same. By same I do mean an intricately connected quantum spirit cosmic sameness that very few can experience or would acknowledge. No matter. It is not matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t amount to matter. It is transcendent to matter. (So what if it did?)

And I can relate to this with a couple of life experience examples. It is the same indistinguishable part in me that is/was in my friend who occasionally would be distraught and desperately grasp for the key to spirituality and recognize it in say, for example, the music of Bono or the spirituality and Church-going seriousness of some other celebrity or other. I could see the struggle surface up, but I couldn’t help. I could never quiet the situation. I could never provide the answer that would quell the unrest. This friend ended up pleading the second upon himself during the holiday season one year. Even after this incident, condemned as this friend most likely is to being a trapped ghost for the remainder of his appointed days of physical life on earth, no matter what reckonings with karma he has collected like my seashell collection, this friend still contains that part which is the same for us all which is indistinguishable from God.

This other person who for fifty years has been probably the only person from Jeanerette who turns out to have been on a wavelength that is truly compatible with my wavelength has remained connected in wavelength though distant and estranged physically for all these years. We have barely even brushed together physically to be clear. This particular friend has committed with all devotion to a personal evangelical relationship with Jesus and more than likely is certain that I am condemned to an eternity of fiery burning in hell because I patently do not commit to such a convoluted arbitrary political thing, still more than likely this said person regularly prays for my redemption in the blood of the Sicilian bargain of ransom brought about in such a graphic and brutal way in the sacrifice of the human. This loving person, too, still contains that part which is the same for us all which is indistinguishable from God.

And I would tell these people and all who might deem to listen that Jesus the person is not Christ the spirit. And our living connection, that eternal part that is indistinguishable from God, connects us all to the radiant spirit of Christ regardless of all other disqualifiers, no matter how eternally deadly serious doctrine might take those active or passive disqualifiers to be.

Excuse me while I kiss the concept of the sky.