Saturday, 2 November 2019

和歌 November 2019

By Rory A.A. Hinton











November 2019

Friday November 01, 2019
Who was that woman
who wandered into our world?
She was as crazy
as she was tattered and torn.
We received her with kindness.

Saturday November 02, 2019
Traveling Northbound
to commune with my comrade.
He knows how to cook.
I marvel in his kitchen
as he makes loaves and fishes.

Sunday November 03 2019
Cut the Dutch Baby
in half, and then once again.
The two is doubled.
The three eat their own portion.
The fourth is for another.

Monday November 04, 2019
Working in the cloud
is grounded in expertise.
The confusing mist
must be technically bypassed
by following the sherpas.

Tuesday November 05, 2019
The old time grammar
just kept gestating until
the fulness of time
retreated and retrieved it.
This is the without-which-not.

Wednesday November 06, 2019
Can you spare some change?
Sometimes exchanging a glance
is all that one needs.
This is especially true
when no change is to be found.

Thursday November 07, 2019
Deep within the cloud
now completely on my own.
True humility
is the key to avoiding
the madness of unknowing.

Friday November 08, 2019
The scribe keeps alive
by allowing the experts
to perform their work.
He never interferes with
this division of labor.

Saturday November 09, 2019
It is not so much
the sense of the homily
that matters to me.
Hearing the sound of the words
echo is meaning enough.

Sunday November 10, 2019
These distant echos
are the sounds of God's kindness
heard half way around
the world within an instant.
This is an instance of love.

Monday November 11, 2019
My future writing
rests on publishing REST calls
the docs-as-code way.
So much work still needs to be
done before this can be done.

Tuesday November 12, 2019
Ritualistic
living is the life for me.
Moment by moment
you know what needs to be done.
There is great comfort in this.

Wednesday November 13, 2019
This comprehensive
cancel culture actively
requires Lenny's
form of proactivity:
you must haul ass to save ass.

Thursday November 14, 2019
Five more years to go
before renewal begins
once again for me.
Waiting in line was worth it.
It's now two months and counting.

Friday November 15, 2019
As a technical
publications designer
one must offer up
structural schemas like an
information architect.

Saturday November 16, 2019
These lazy, hazy,
and crazy days of autumn,
where one falls asleep
to the sound of Autumn Leaves
slowly falling to the ground.

Sunday November 17, 2019
The Magi were wise
enough to trust their ancient
astrological
charts and scriptural sources.
Crede ut intellegas.

Monday November 18, 2019
Karl and Ludwig
wrote their investigations.
This is what they said:
analogy as grammar,
theology as grammar.

Tuesday November 19, 2019
My first middle name
names a completely unknown
friend of my father.
He never spoke about him.
And yet, he lives on in me.

Wednesday November 20, 2019
"The lust of the flesh,
the lust of the eyes, and the
boastful pride of life."
Only one version uses
"boastful" when describing pride.

Thursday November 21, 2019
From the ROsaRY
to the one hundred and eight
Mala beads once more.
And then I trend back again
to the Trappist within me.

Friday November 22, 2019
There's something to be
said about deliberately
secluding yourself
from the boastful pride of life.
Absence is half the battle.

Saturday November 23, 2019
Traditionalists
only pray three mysteries.
No need for the fourth.
These are luminous enough.
They have been for centuries.

Sunday November 24, 2019
Hermitage, Hermit,
and Her for the past three years.
Time is almost up.
Talk about preparation.
This is the best that it gets. 

Monday, 28 October 2019

和歌 October 2019

By Rory A.A. Hinton


October 2019

Tuesday October 01, 2019
How uncertain is
this mindless mentality?
How wet is water?
Once you dive in and find out
you can then say "I don't know."

Wednesday October 02, 2019
Round and round and round
we run until we can see
ourselves from behind.
It is better to sit still
until we begin to sit.

Thursday October 03, 2019
At the dawn and dusk
of what the tradition calls
"one's enlightenment"
the earth remains as it is.
We cannot fall off of it.

Friday October 04, 2019
Super natural
awareness is mindfulness
in mundane action.
This natural worldliness
is as sacred as it gets.

Saturday October 05, 2019
It is always now.
This is what makes the future
present in the past.
To honor our tradition
is to rest in this resource.

Sunday October 06, 2019
The dharma provides
the gound for its uniqueness.
There is nothing else.
What's so unique about that?
This question has an answer.

Monday October 07, 2019
Everything that is
is traditionally found
within tradition.
We aren't unaware of this.
We just aren't attached to it.

Tuesday October 08, 2019
The Tibetan way
is also cool and boring,
just like the Zen way:
it has a map to follow.
Unspectacular action.

Wednesday October 09, 2019
First view, then renew
through continued attention.
Reason and practice
is what Bodhidharma and
Padmasambhava construed.

Thursday October 10, 2019
Dissatisfaction.
From birth to death it's only
dissatisfaction.
Can't get no satisfaction.
Hey, hey, hey, that's what I say.

Friday October 11, 2019
Experiencing
homo sapiens is like
walking on egg shells.
Every person is broken
into one million pieces.

Saturday October 12, 2019
Everything is found
within the first noble truth.
Everyone is found
without everything if they
remain ignorant of it.

Sunday October 13, 2019
You don't overcome
pain, as if it is something
you can get rid of.
This pain will always remain.
Then again, so will this joy.

Monday October 14, 2019
The only constant
is that things continue to
deteroiate.
The words within this waka
will one day be deleted.

Tuesday October 15, 2019
Elimination
of the cause of suffering
is the true response
to the fact of suffering.
Paticca-samuppada.

Wednesday October 16, 2019
Moment by moment
we plant seeds of causation
in the ground of mind
with our thoughts, words, and actions.
Garbage in and garbage out?

Thursday October 17, 2019
To praise and to blame
is a game not worth playing.
Because we forget
what we have done in the past,
it is best to just refrain.

Friday October 18, 2019
The deluded mind
creates negative karma
just like a machine.
An enlightened mechanic
will ensure it's well oiled.

Saturday October 19, 2019
The law of karma
is very strict and precise.
No exceptions here.
You act and experience
the direct consequences.

Sunday October 20, 2019
There's nothing special
about lived experience.
Unspectacular
action is what's happening.
No one ever practices.

Monday October 21, 2019
Negative actions
can only be understood
by means of no thought.
Thinking about not thinking
only causes confusion.

Tuesday October 22, 2019
With each breath we take
there is birth and there is death.
It begins and ends
within the span of seconds.
Impermanence is precious.

Wednesday October 23, 2019
Our only purpose
is to understand ourselves.
This is possible
and necessary because
buddha-nature knows itself.

Thursday October 24, 2019
What is the ocean?
It is what we swim within,
what we sail across,
and the shore we sit down on
during this goalless voyage.

Friday October 25, 2019
The idea of I
and you and he, she, and it,
and we, you, and they:
the first person singular
is the start of this madness.

Saturday October 26, 2019
Paying attention
on the edge of a razor.
The past and future
are that fiction and this dream.
Just what is it that gets cut?

Sunday October 27, 2019
Excellent posture
and a sense of wakefulness.
This is all you need.
Meditation is nothing
but breathing, naturally.

Monday October 28, 2019
Living is enough.
There is no need for checking.
You just touch and flow.
And then before you know it
reassurance disappears.

Tuesday October 29, 2019
Off world ambient
sounds surrounding this corner
store inside myself.
Sensible intuition
makes all these words possible.

Wednesday October 30, 2019
I open and see
chapter thirty three verse three
in the Book of books
one year later to the day.
Show what my mind cannot know.

Thursday October 31, 2019
The reading of texts
is a ritualistic
pre-apprehension
of the Being of beings.
So is the writing of them.

Monday, 30 September 2019

和歌 September 2019

By Rory A.A. Hinton

September 2019

Sunday September 01, 2019
The sheer sanity
of nowness is-as-it-is,
and not otherwise.
To think others are wiser
than this is karmic madness.

Monday September 02, 2019
Journey Without Goal
can very easily be
turned into an end.
One false step and all is lost.
Tantric wisdom is tricky.

Tuesday September 03, 2019
If nothing is done
long enough, then empty space
will disclose itself.
It has been here all along.
It is the sine qua non.

Wednesday September 04, 2019
Free to be itself.
Looking at it directly,
without perception.
True warriors do not fight
in any battles at all.

Thursday September 05, 2019
What is there to fear?
Are you afraid of yourself?
There's nothing to fear.
It's only an illusion.
This too is an illusion.

Friday September 06, 2019
Holding back our tears?
Just what is there to fear here?
Be happy, be sad,
and be especially glad:
humanity is hopeless.

Saturday September 07, 2019
Not anarchism.
Not even scepticism.
Only what we know
through direct experience.
Verificationism?

Sunday September 08, 2019
What's beneath language?
What's between mental concepts?
What's behind it all?
Is there anything beyond?
Questions like these are toxic.

Monday September 09, 2019
Start with the ego,
and then end with the ego.
What is the ego?
This question is the beginning,
and this question is the end.

Tuesday September 10, 2019
Basic gentleness
toward this "oneself" is a
façon de parler.
If we use these words wisely,
only the laughter remains.

Wednesday September 11, 2019
Is this the buddha:
the center that's everywhere,
and the circumference
that's absolutey nowhere?
If this helps, then so be it.

Thursday September 12, 2019
The very order
of everything that exists
contains confusion.
All that is has within it
the seeds of its destruction.

Friday September 13, 2019
Acknowledging fear
and recognizing that hope
is pure hopelessness
is the beginning and end
of living authentically.

Saturday September 14, 2019
Begin by bowing
toward the nothing that is.
And then bow again.
When you are done doing this,
quietly sit down and sit.

Sunday September 15, 2019
Curiousity
kills the egocentric cat.
When you purr, just purr.
Why did it take the buddha
so long to cut this in half?

Monday September 16, 2019
What is sitting still?
Pattern recognition.
What is a pattern?
This bag of bones keeps breathing
in and out and in and out.

Tuesday September 17, 2019
Do what's best for you.
There is no need for self doubt.
Just keep doing it.
As long as you keep playing
with 'self' and 'doubt' all is well.

Wednesday September 18, 2019
The Diamond Sutra.
Shine on you crazy wisdom
diamond in the rough.
This is what it means to be
disciplined and devoted.

Thursday September 19, 2019
Crazy monkey mind
full of discriminations.
Crazy wisdom mind
full of crazy monkey mind
full of discriminations.

Friday September 20, 2019
Recling Buddha
not unaware of karma
nor of saṃsāra.
Not unaware of being
not unaware of it all.

Saturday September 21, 2019
There is nothing more
basic than basic goodness.
The really good news:
the heart of the Buddha is
beyond both good and evil.

Sunday September 22, 2019
If there is no hope,
then lo and behold, no fear!
If there is no fear,
then lo and behold, freedom!
The hopelessness of no hope.

Monday September 23, 2019
Paying attention
to all that is happening.
What price attention?
We pay moment by moment
through every breath that we take.

Tuesday September 24, 2019
What is privacy?
It's the product of thinking
that there is something
somewhere that can be hidden.
Where's the place for space to hide?

Wednesday September 25, 2019
Being beyond both
the good and the evil is
to just let it be.
It is not your enemy
because it is not your friend.

Thursday September 26, 2019
To befriend yourself
is a highly ironic
exercise with words.
You exorcise the demons
named 'To', 'befriend', and 'yourself'.

Friday September 27, 2019
Rory's lion heart
roars inside of the chaos:
"This is the good news,
the liberating gospel:
every situation is!"

Saturday September 28, 2019
So emotional!
Ecstasy to depression,
and then back again
in a matter of minutes?
Stop fucking the damn monkey.

Sunday September 29, 2019

A very basic
blue cruzing down and around
the old rain soaked roads.
That status symbol outlived
its artistic usefulness.

Monday September 30, 2019
Our own projections
can lead us to the boredom
of meditation.
It is cool and it is cruel.
Whatever it takes to sit.

Saturday, 13 July 2019

Sum Of The Dharma

some of the dharma
Jack Kerouac
Penguin Books
1999

Review by Rory A.A. Hinton













Nineteen years ago I was on the road and needed change for the bus. I only had a $20.00 bill in my pocket. I looked around and noticed I was near a used bookstore. I walked into the store thinking that I could break the bill by buying a book. A book on the shelf near the front of the store window caught my attention. It was some of the dharma by Jack Kerouac. It was large and heavy, at least compared to Dharma Bums. Because it was used I got it for half the retail price. When I handed the cashier the bill I asked if they could break down the change into coins. “The bus?” she asked. “The bus” I said, smiling sheepishly. I left the store and waited for the bus. It was raining. When it arrived I walked on, settled into my seat, and carefully took the book out of the wet bag. I opened it to the first page and read the following words of dedication: "I love Allen Ginsberg - Let that be recorded in heaven's unchangeable heart - " (Jack Kerouac). Priceless.

Tuesday, 16 April 2019

Nagle

By Rory A.A. Hinton













And then suddenly
her words appear before me.
They are pure magic.
And yet, I have always read
them in all I have written.

Monday, 31 December 2018

Quite The Contrary, Perhaps

By Rory A.A. Hinton













“And no matter what anyone else might do or say about it, however they might judge or evaluate it, all is irrelevant in the reality of my vocation to solitude, even though I am not a typical hermit. Quite the contrary, perhaps. It does not matter how I may or may not be classified. In the light of this simple fact of God’s love and the form it has taken in the mystery of my life, classifications are ludicrous, and I have no further need to occupy my mind with them (if I ever did) - at least in this connection.” (Thomas Merton).

Sources
Mark Rothko. Untitled (1962).
Thomas Merton. Dancing In The Water Of Life. HarperOne. 2009.

和歌 December 2018

By Rory A.A. Hinton


December 2018

Saturday December 01, 2018
There once was an old
ballpark on Stadium Road.
It was completely
and utterly demolished
to make way for lesser things.

Sunday December 02, 2018
The world that she made
began before I was born.
I first read of her
rushing through two thousand one
hundred and twelve liner notes.

Monday December 03, 2018
Heard it from the hall
way down inside, woman you
truly needed it.
At least you sounded like it
in your palace of mating.

Tuesday December 04, 2018
Inconsiderate.
Intolerably noisy.
It does not matter
that you were enjoying it.
What matters is my silence.

Wednesday December 05, 2018
Reading in earnest
Hemingway's early torrents
of spring in winter.
He has a place of honor:
the Karsh is hung by my door.

Thursday December 06, 2018
The more that I know,
the less that I want to be
a part of it all.
This old civilized man is
full of renewed discontent.

Friday December 07, 2018
From doing logic
in the manufacturing
warehouse that summer,
to writing pedagogic
within the academy.

Saturday December 08, 2018
It has been one week
since the formal move took place.
I am settling
into a new routine now,
while the old habits return.

Sunday December 09, 2018
The little sister
is constantly watching
my every movement.
This message and messenger
are as beautiful as her.

Monday December 10, 2018
Fifty years ago
today my solitary
master passed away.
I pay him living homage
this last month of the hermit.

Tuesday December 11, 2018
Hang your father's cross
very gently on the wall.
The shadow remains
as it was when I was too
young to take on the troubles.

Wednesday December 12, 2018
Hit the ground running
with my old Romanian
mistress memories.
Knowing that she is grateful
for her Blahniks is enough.

Thursday December 13, 2018
Was it the person
that produced the conception,
or rather was it
the conception that produced
this old Homeric person?

Friday December 14, 2018
Heard from my old cat
again after an absence.
All that she wanted
was to seductively purr
into my inviting ear.

Saturday December 15, 2018
The old alien
anthology is very
difficult to kill.
Still, it is less about death,
and so much more about stealth.

Sunday December 16, 2018
Alien anthem
and Andy's arias are
alphabetically
arranged and administered
autobiographically.

Monday December 17, 2018
Not that long ago ...
the gentle echo of her
Persian persuasion
proved to me that she's a muse
who does more than just amuse.

Tuesday December 18, 2018
The last flickering
remnants of the very last
flickering remnant.
My relatively obscure
pilot light is extinguished.

Wednesday December 19, 2018
The ambient sounds
of Deckhard's old apartment.
Strangely familiar.
Who plays beautifully for me?
The worst memories are hers.

Thursday December 20, 2018
The policed foyer
is as far as you will get.
Go ahead and take
pictures of my Christmas tree,
and toss yours while you're at it.

Friday December 21, 2018
Transhumanism.
Why do they try to stop it?
From TV programs
to computer programming:
resistance is futile.

Saturday December 22, 2018
I'm drinking Red Bull
first thing within the morning
now more than ever.
Ever since Baumgartner fell
to the earth, I've been jacked up.

Sunday December 23, 2018
Every so often
the sirens begin to sing
their destructive song.
They even use tunes I like.
The Garden is an instance.

Monday December 24, 2018
My own prison cell
devoted entirely
to my undoing.
For twenty four hours now
I stay wholly secluded.

Tuesday December 25, 2018
Concentrating on
the birth as well as the death
of the crucified.
Nothing more and nothing less
to stress over, finally.

Wednesday December 26, 2018
Still no word from them.
Be still and know that I am
good with this response.
This is what I have wanted.
Welcome to the new normal.

Thursday December 27, 2018
There's a new baby
now within the family.
I don't know her name.
I only heard second hand.
Third is more appropriate.

Friday December 28, 2018
For twelve straight hours
all my fingers kept moving
over the black keys.
I worked until I could not
work any longer at it.

Saturday December 29, 2018
It's the last weekend
of the year of the hermit.
I'm settled into
my manor and my manner.
The beginning of the end.

Sunday December 30, 2018
The external world
becomes physically distant.
The internal world
becomes timelessly present.
This is my reality.

Monday December 31, 2018
The refuged recluse
retreats from his fifty years
worth of recused clues.
Honestly hermeneuting
in the age of the hermit.