Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Meditation, Excess in Thought

“The world’s charity does not err on the side of excess. . .”

Matthew Arnold



1.

It is the inner life
That is the life
The thoughts brought out
Brought up from the cave

This is the life of us all
Each in our selves
Our choice to denigrate
To harm others for saying
Their truths, invading or
Honoring the inner kingdom
Every despot hates

To take life
To take being
Is the dream of despots

Because the social constructs us
That which we share of ourselves
With others

It is the meeting
Of the personal
And social that
Creates the human

Anthros—cosmos—salvos
Human—universe—salvation

Never will we know
The human or the universe
But the exploration
There, that, is salvation



2.

When we say
So long to dualism
A lot dies
A lot gets born

Plato with his Good
That becomes god
Come to that
The striving in us
For order and worth
That is always other
This dies when dualism
Goes

The wall crumbles
When dualism goes

Superstition
The fear of death
As in the time of Epicurus
Still it is that our problems
Are two: fear of the gods
Which leads to crazed superstition
And fear of death which
Drives the first

Inner calm
Epicurus taught
Is the goal
Achievable

Discipline the will
Live according to nature
Cultivate virtues
“Live unknown”

There are atoms
And there is the void
Epicurus taught
And when we die
Our stuff goes back
Into everywhere

From whence we came
So why fear that?

And the gods?
Well, they’re perfect
A thing to emulate
And can’t be bothered
With all our bother
A thing to emulate

2 comments:

WriterLin said...

Seeking, salvaging Pure Truth from our inner cave nourishes both the divine and mortal aspects of our duality. Exploring the vaults in the treasure-strewn cave of one’s Essence, brushing aside the dictums of intimate and foreign despots, is an endless journey of joy.

Writer Lin said...

There are atoms
And there is the void
Epicurus taught
And when we die
Our stuff goes back
Into everywhere

From whence we came
So why fear that?

And the gods?
Well, they’re perfect
A thing to emulate
And can’t be bothered
With all our bother
A thing to emulate

I shall not strive to emulate any gods who see themselves as finite. Or perhaps Epicurus was simply tired and chose to call it a life. Or that may have been his 342 incarnation, and leisure called.

It’s taken a lot of years of prying open my awareness to move into the process of introducing I to me. So much must be learned about the earthly concerns of me, those in which the I has neither interest nor concern. But me – that’s another story. The sorting out continues. How breathtaking, how amazing to glimpse the I! How unsullied. That’s the repository of hard-won wisdom, strength and knowledge gleaned from centuries and millennia of life. It’s as though some people view our earthly time and the me as disposable. When you’re finished, just toss it away into Everywhere.

Please leave my duality alone. The two of us are having a lovely time getting acquainted~