No, my life is not this precipitous hour
No, my life is not this precipitous hour
through which you see me passing at a run.
I stand before my background like a tree.
Of all my many mouths I am but one,
and that which soonest chooses to be dumb.
I am the rest between two notes
which, struck together, sound discordantly,
because death’s note would claim a higher key.
But in the dark pause, trembling, the notes meet,
harmonious.
…And the song continues sweet.
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Poems from the Book of Hours
Sunday, August 8, 2021
Friday, October 5, 2012
Love is Kind
So I've been training Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and laying off the hard core running the past couple of months. Jiu jitsu isn't like running -- it's not the quiet activity you do as a meditation; it's the closest physically you ever get to a person you aren't sleeping with. It's hard core wrestling, but it has a flow and is strategic. Some people, including my teacher, call it kinetic chess.
Something that happened spontaneously and has become a mental pattern when I'm training is that a familiar passage from the New Testament used in wedding ceremonies keeps coming into my head:
1 Corinthians 13:4-8: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
While my brain has this mantra on repeat (usually just the first line), I'm engaged in trying to figure out how to survive and escape getting choked, or simply throw a big guy off of me who's bearing down with all his weight. Yeah, it's weird and a bit ironic, but the rhythm of the lines are meditative. They help me slow down and think about what I'm doing. I could probably achieve the same effect from "Row, Row, Row Your Boat," but that's not the one my brain decided on.
I should say that the people I train with at the gym have been incredibly patient, honorable and kind to me as a newbie. When we train together, regardless of belt ranking, we lose our egos and treat each other with respect. We have an informal 'no anger' policy, use a lot of humor, and work as selflessly as possible. All relationships could benefit from these virtues.
There is something poetic about Jiu-Jitsu as a representation of the wrestling we go through in life, with our selves, and in love. I hope that I'm becoming a better grappler overall. At least I'm working on it.
The months I've taken off of running have been restorative, and it's nice to find a new way to connect body and mind. Maybe I'm almost ready to start running again...
Something that happened spontaneously and has become a mental pattern when I'm training is that a familiar passage from the New Testament used in wedding ceremonies keeps coming into my head:
1 Corinthians 13:4-8: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
While my brain has this mantra on repeat (usually just the first line), I'm engaged in trying to figure out how to survive and escape getting choked, or simply throw a big guy off of me who's bearing down with all his weight. Yeah, it's weird and a bit ironic, but the rhythm of the lines are meditative. They help me slow down and think about what I'm doing. I could probably achieve the same effect from "Row, Row, Row Your Boat," but that's not the one my brain decided on.
I should say that the people I train with at the gym have been incredibly patient, honorable and kind to me as a newbie. When we train together, regardless of belt ranking, we lose our egos and treat each other with respect. We have an informal 'no anger' policy, use a lot of humor, and work as selflessly as possible. All relationships could benefit from these virtues.
There is something poetic about Jiu-Jitsu as a representation of the wrestling we go through in life, with our selves, and in love. I hope that I'm becoming a better grappler overall. At least I'm working on it.
The months I've taken off of running have been restorative, and it's nice to find a new way to connect body and mind. Maybe I'm almost ready to start running again...
Monday, May 14, 2012
That which is hard to see, entering the hidden,
set in the secret place, dwelling in the primal depth,
by meditating on this as God through the uniting of the soul,
the wise person leaves joy and sorrow behind.
-Katha Upanishad
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
All great and beautiful work has come of first gazing without shrinking into the darkness.
-John Ruskin
Blind Willie Johnson, "Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground"
-John Ruskin
Blind Willie Johnson, "Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground"
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
We inhale luminous, cool air, and our respiration is a prayer, as is the beating of our heart.
-F. Schuon
-F. Schuon
Thursday, March 15, 2012
I have been woven among the meshes of long ropes
and fine filaments: older than the rocks and
fresh as the dawn of this morning today are
the everliving roots who begot me,
who poured me as one more seeker
one more swimmer in the gold and gray procession...
-Carl Sandburg
and fine filaments: older than the rocks and
fresh as the dawn of this morning today are
the everliving roots who begot me,
who poured me as one more seeker
one more swimmer in the gold and gray procession...
-Carl Sandburg
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
Macbeth Act 3, scene 2
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
Macbeth Act 3, scene 2
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train.
-Wislawa Szymborska, from "Under One Small Star"
-Wislawa Szymborska, from "Under One Small Star"
Monday, February 27, 2012
Stretching Toward the Roof
The sun
Won a beauty contest and became a jewel
Set upon God's right hand.
The earth agreed to be a toe ring on the
Beloved's foot
And has never regretted its decision.
The mountains got tired
Of sitting amongst a sleeping audience
And are now stretching their arms
Toward the Roof.
-Hafiz
Won a beauty contest and became a jewel
Set upon God's right hand.
The earth agreed to be a toe ring on the
Beloved's foot
And has never regretted its decision.
The mountains got tired
Of sitting amongst a sleeping audience
And are now stretching their arms
Toward the Roof.
-Hafiz
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the mountain got tired of sitting
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Lord of the Worlds --
The Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful,
...
Guide us to the straight path.
-al Qur'an 1:2-3, 1:6
The Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful,
...
Guide us to the straight path.
-al Qur'an 1:2-3, 1:6
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Moment after moment, everyone comes out of nothingness. This is the true joy of life.
-Shunryu Suzuki
Opted for a shorter, more strenuous run today and brought my dog with me. Winter rain's not so bad!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Supposed to be a high of 41 tomorrow with 90% chance of rain. But tomorrow is my long run day...the only one I get all week. Gonna need some extra spirit to get started...
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
The Secret Life of Chaos -- BBC 4 Documentary - Full-length!
O Love
O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
than cold stares –
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.
-Rumi
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
than cold stares –
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.
-Rumi
Monday, February 13, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.
--Carl Sagan
Monday, February 6, 2012
St. Luke the Righteous's Buddha Nature
Tomorrow commemorates the feast day of St. Luke the Righteous of Greece, a dreamer, a giver, and a vegan mystic who tried desperately to live out his life in pure ascetic solitude but kept failing at it. People loved him too much to let him alone. After trying for years to flee into seclusion, he finally opened a hermitage in the village of Steiri at the foot of Mt. Helicon and lived out his days healing people. Like the Buddha, he found a true path.
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osios lukas,
st. luke the righteous,
steiri
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