"god" is a word. "god is dead" is three words. Meaning is fluid, pumping from three words to what you believe I believe. “guts” is a word. “I hate your guts” is four words. I don’t know your guts. My words are meaning moving in your guts. “Can you taste the venom in my soul?” I have no soul. You have no guts to call your own. Venom has no taste and no vessel. “Guts” is just a word. “Soul” is just a word. “god” is just a word. God is just. God is justice. Justice is a worm. I have worms in my guts, God’s guts. ...puttin' the Po' in NaPoWriMo...
“There is nothing so lowly or mundane that it is unworthy of being embraced by mindful attention. Mindfulness accepts as its focus of inquiry whatever arises in one’s field of awareness, no matter how disturbing or painful it might be. One neither seeks nor expects to find some greater truth lurking behind the veil of appearances. What appears and how you respond to it: that alone is what matters.”
“Siddhattha Gotama rejected the idea that freedom or salvation lay in gaining privileged access to an eternal, non-contingent source or ground, whether it be called Atman or God, Pure Consciousness or the Absolute. Freedom, for Gotama, meant freedom from greed, from hatred, and from confusion. Moreover, such freedom (nirvana) was to be found not by turning away from the world but by penetrating deep into its contingent heart.”
from “Confession of a Buddhist Atheist”
“…its contingent heart,” like Susan’s wild strawberries…
…I swear Dieu is channeling him…
“If we cling to belief in God, we cannot likewise have faith, since faith is not clinging but letting go.”
“And the attitude of faith is the very opposite of clinging to belief, of holding on.”
“But the attitude of faith is to let go, and become open to truth, whatever it might turn out to be.”
I know these three quotes seem almost the same but I think if you read carefully, there are some important distinctions to be made amongst them. Each one illuminates a different facet of “faith”. The light hits each one in a different way.
When I was younger, I devoured every thing he wrote.
Dieu’s latest post got me thinking.
I’ve been revisiting his books and thinking a lot lately about how much this man’s thought has informed my own.
“In looking out upon the world, we forget that the world is looking at itself.”
“The source of all light is in the eye.”
“You are a function of what the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is a function of what the whole ocean is doing.”
To the Thumpers on the Right, I say I am an Atheist.
To Those on the Other End, I say I am a Buddhist.
Neither one is true. Neither one is false, entirely.
It’s easier than trying to explain.
God is dead?
Old Friedrich may have presaged it but
He is still in his wracking death throes
he will not go gently
into that night
into which we plunge
He’s in his wracking, shivering death throes,
grabbing our sleeves, white-knuckled in his gnarled arthritic claws,
crying for the mother he never had,
rending his hair,
tearing at his own chest,
cursing his own heart
his own children,
“Tell them I said something…”