Years ago in the heyday of Toobs we had a large squeaky pen bulletin board nailed to the wall and it was open for creative comment from anyone. One morning I got this muse…”..the door from darkness opens on to chaos..”. Not sure if anyone got it(my “it”)..not sure if I even got it back then. Nowadays I see ‘chaos’ as the ultimate resource. As the civilization of man has allegedly *progressed* on this beautiful planet I get this nagging feeling that what we are really doing is recycling the same old ideas….with technology added…diffused and less meaningful at each cycle. Where and how is the first world elevating human consciousness??…well there is Shiva Rea ! LOL! Which brings me to my fascination and love of Buddhism.
Realize Buddism is a ‘philosophy’ not a ‘religion’………. some nice words about it here.
“The Buddhist notion of emptiness is often misunderstood as nihilism. Unfortunately, 19th century Western philosophy has contributed much to this misconstruction. Meanwhile Western scholars have acquired enough knowledge about Buddhism to realize that this view is far from accurate. The only thing that nihilism and the teaching of emptiness can be said to have in common is a sceptical outset. While nihilism concludes that reality is unknowable, that nothing exists, that nothing meaningful can be communicated about the world, the Buddhist notion of emptiness arrives at just the opposite, namely that ultimate reality is knowable, that there is a clear-cut ontological basis for phenomena, and that we can communicate and derive useful knowledge from it about the world. Emptiness (sunyata) must not be confused with nothingness. Emptiness is not non-existence and it is not non-reality.”
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm….. :-) Now a while back my African American friend Jerry Burge caught me listening to some Tupac rap music. He said to me , ” Buzz how can you listen to that stuff…it is so Nihilistic..” Jerry grew up in south Central LA….he has successfully *escaped*. He is the only black surfer that I know. Jerry is a black man…and I LOVE him! Go figure. I just do..I giggle with joy every time I see him! ….. ‘course you have to factor my personal context into the equation; I grew up in the ghettos of East Alisal in Salinas, California. Easily as knarly ,bloody and violent as South Central LA…I guarantee you. To me Tupac was a musical and poetic genius. As crazy as it may seem his art speaks to me . I *get* his context.
Not sure how or where that came from..but that’s why I call this blog “Buzzmuse”.
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Rode the bikey to workey today…a beautiful fall day. Harvest moon last evening….the arrival of fall coincided perfectly on schedule!
Peace and love be with you!
BB
You do not have to be retired to go for a walk with your dog on the beach in the morning. The guy with the sweater around his neck is my friend Fred Sears. Fred worked his $ss of in the gulf of Alaska this summer fishing Salmon. I was zipping down my secret morning beachside single track when I looked over and there was Fred…blabbing away like he does…like I do … LOL!
Nice light behind the rock this evening…the core of the Earth reaching upwards
A nice place to stop and drink in the beauty…….
This is Curly. When he is not out in the pasture with his girls he lives here along the road home. He is amazingly gentle and tonight he was actually interested in me! Of course he is VERY big and I have been trying to get up the courage to ask him to let me touch him. Heehee!
The big Buzz mind wheel is kicking into gear about right here…days are getting short now… still have a bit of climb…looking forward to getting home!
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Something you said triggered this poem. So I thought I’d share it with you:
“Dear Darkening Ground”
by Rainer Maria Rilke; translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows
Dear darkening ground,
you’ve endured so patiently the walls we’ve built,
perhaps you’ll give the cities one more hour
and grant the churches and cloisters two.
And those that labor—let their work
grip them another five hours, or seven,
before you become forest again, and water, and widening wilderness
in that hour of inconceivable terror
when you take back your name
from all things.
Just give me a little more time!
I want to love the things
as no one has thought to love them,
until they’re worthy of you and real.
Sweet words Jamie!
thanky!
;-)
B