Friday, 31 May 2019

Pebbles In The Ocean

Ocean Of Dharma
Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche
Shambhala Publications

Review by Rory A.A. Hinton

001. The Challenge Of Warriorship
The sheer sanity
of nowness is as it is,
and not otherwise.
To think others are wiser
than this is karmic madness.

002. A Good Journey
Journey Without Goal
can very easily be
turned into an end.
One false step and all is lost.
Tantric wisdom is tricky.

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

004. What Is A Warrior?
Free to be itself.
Looking at it directly,
without perception.
True warriors do not fight
in any battles at all.

005. Facing Ourselves
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.

151. Living On The Razor's Edge
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?

152. Boredom And Compassion
Our own projections
can lead us to the boredom
of meditation.
It is cool and it is cruel.
Whatever it takes to love.

153. The Big Project
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."

Tuesday, 16 April 2019


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).

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
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
arranged and administered

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
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. 

Friday, 21 December 2018

Feuerbach's Essence

By Rory A.A. Hinton

The Essence Of Christianity is nothing but a footnote to Metaphysics. When Feuerbach states that he differs from those philosophers "who pluck out their eyes that they may see better; for my thought I require the senses, especially sight," he is echoing Aristotle: "All men by nature desire to know. An indication of this is in the delight we take in our senses; for even apart from their usefulness they are loved for themselves; and above all others the sense of sight." To therefore claim with Feuerbach that theology is anthropology is simply another way of saying with Aristotle that the essence of a thing is found within the thing itself: the soul of the eye is seeing.
     This is why Heidegger argues that you cannot have Being without human beings. And this is why Rahner argues that to carry out Feuerbach's program of reformulating dogmatic theology into theological anthropology does not necessarily mean that God gets reduced to Man. Ecce Homo is merely the means.
     It turns out after all that not all philosophy is but footnotes to Plato. Feuerbach’s Essence is an exceptional exception.

Aristotle. Metaphysics. Princeton University Press. 1991.
Karl Rahner. Foundations Of Christian Faith. Crossroad. 1982.
Ludwig Feuerbach. The Essence Of Christianity. Dover. 2008.
Martin Heidegger. Being And Time. Blackwell Publishers. 1962.
Thomas Sheehan. The Dream Of Karl Rahner. The New York Review Of Books. February 4, 1982.

Friday, 30 November 2018

和歌 November 2018

By Rory A.A. Hinton

Grace Under Pressure

November 2018

Thursday November 01, 2018
Living in the past
is living in the present.
The future is now,
within this very moment
(at least for the time-being).

Friday November 02, 2018
The way continues
to the now of this moment.
And with every bow
the practice begins and ends
without an interruption.

Saturday November 03, 2018
Studying Huike
is actually feasting
upon his marrow.
This is not for everyone.
Some lack the stomach for it.

Sunday November 04, 2018
is absolutely useless
unless you address
the basis of the protest:
The Summa Theologiae.

Monday November 05, 2018
There’s that smell again.
It makes me feel fucking sick
to my sucking gut.
It's not fresh, it is stale, straight
from the psychiatric ward.

Tuesday November 06, 2018
Into Great Silence.
What is the greatest silence?
Beyond poverty,
beyond chastity, beyond
obedience and Orders.

Wednesday November 07, 2018
Office politics
rears its ugly head once more.
I remain remote,
even in the midst of it.
At least I appeared again.

Thursday November 08, 2018
Furniture uproar.
No place to place anyone
anymore (or less).
My body barely fits in,
as my lofted mind lifts off.

Friday November 09, 2018
I'll tell you this much,
I will marry only once.
If it doesn't work,
I'll give her all of my stuff.
For me that will be enough.

Saturday November 10, 2018
This is the first snow
falling outside my window.
It's almost as thick
as the fall on that campus
when I disclosed my secret.

Sunday November 11, 2018
It is only right
that I remain with my kind.
With this white Insight 
I fight tooth and nail against
the flight from understanding.

Monday November 12, 2018
Under the weather.
Oversights are understood,
but I'm not able
to overcome them today.
Tuesday is another day.

Tuesday November 13, 2018
Time to stop reading.
Time to stop being concerned
with the verb 'to be',
to the extent that it tries
to keep me from becoming.

Wednesday November 14, 2018
I received the news
this morning concerning his
overdosing end.
I am remembering him,
despite our friendly distance.

Thursday November 15, 2018
This ghosting silence
is fully returned in turn.
It's never noticed.
On this very day of days,
I react accordingly.

Friday November 16, 2018
Reading all the charts
again after all this time.
Taking it all in
without trying to follow
every candlestick and wick.

Saturday November 17, 2018
This reality,
reason, reward, revenue,
and romance appears:
an old philosophy For
The New Intellectual.

Sunday November 18, 2018
They were look alikes.
Both were philosophical,
and sounded the same.
But one taught Aristotle,
while the other Heidegger.

Monday November 19, 2018
Rally base rally.
Higher highs and lower lows.
The talk of the trade
is spoken every morning.
After that the charts are mute.

Tuesday November 20, 2018
Fate is just the weight
of all the circumstances
that work their way through
the who, what, when, where, why, how,
and (very heavy) whether.

Wednesday November 21, 2018
Number twenty one
appears without fail each month.
It's a reminder
that I have a beginning,
and will also have an end.

Thursday November 22, 2018
My circumstances
are mindfully circumscribed.
And the more they change
the more they will remain as
Hemispheres within my head.

Friday November 23, 2018
None stop nine to five.
This is how I stay alive,
and meet my deadlines.
Nice work if you can get it.
I got it because I lied.

Saturday November 24, 2018
Haul ass to save ass,
exactly like Jackie O
in the black limo.
The only way to fight them
is to be where they are not.

Sunday November 25, 2018
Rest one day a week.
The less I rest, the weaker
I tend to become.
This one day is devoted
to absolutely nothing.

Monday November 26, 2018
How hard can it be?
I submitted my order.
You obviously
entered incorrect data.
I had to correct it, twice.

Tuesday November 27, 2018
Grace under pressure
and the wisdom to match it
is all that I need.
What the hell are you doing?
This is a telling question.

Wednesday November 28, 2018
This is moving day.
I need to be out by twelve.
I always clean up,
but the unexpected change
in the date prevented me.

Thursday November 29, 2018
You are beautiful
exactly as you are.
This is the message
that I received once again,
as I moved into my cell.

Friday November 30, 2018
Anthem of the heart,
and anthem of me minding
my own damn business.
Prometheus could care less,
unless its the Golden One. 

Wednesday, 31 October 2018

和歌 October 2018

By Rory A.A. Hinton

October 2018

Monday October 01, 2018
Even wasted time
is time-being being time.
There's no time to waste.
So, make haste by arousing
hosshin beyond Sein Und Zeit.

Tuesday October 02, 2018
The true power lies
in sitting thoroughly still.
Koans become lies
for those whose only focus
is 'Zazen' and not Zazen.

Wednesday October 03, 2018
Enter samadhi
and remain at ease within
the withering tree.
Ride on the backs of dragons,
roaring and snoring in turn. 

Thursday October 04, 2018
A formal greeting:
bowing and burning incense.
This life is fleeting,
so abandon the household
and attend to your own cell.

Friday October 05, 2018
is the cause of all distaste.
The ten directions
are penetrated with each
effect of every action. 

Saturday October 06, 2018
Being unsuited
as I am for the great work,
I remain muted.
A patchwork quilt of a robe
is all that I need to be.

Sunday October 07, 2018
Silence and gesture
are the only ways to speak
with intimacy.
They are the all embracing
manifestations of it.

Monday October 08, 2018
The Carthusian
Order is alive and well
inside of the cell:
the living spirit behind
the letter of The Statutes.

Tuesday October 09, 2018
You can either have
thousands of scriptures, or one
By the way, both of these are
not mutually exclusive.

Wednesday October 10, 2018
Many if any
variations on a theme
that can be traced back
to a man sitting under
a tree holding a flower.

Thursday October 11, 2018
Wholeheartedly sit.
Depend upon nothing else.
You are fully filled
with treasure you already
have in the fullest measure.

Friday October 12, 2018
Time never arrives
too early, neither too late.
It always survives
distancing disappointment
by remaining punctual.

Saturday October 13, 2018
Joyfully resting
mind is what's most primary.
Secondary things
are myriad conditions
that don't leave any traces.

Sunday October 14, 2018
Waking up again
to the same situation
over and over
again like a timeless loop:
changing shape, remaining still.

Monday October 15, 2018
This very moment
is all that has ever been
and will ever be.
This eternal life belongs
to those who live presently.

Tuesday October 16, 2018
No territory
that requires it to be
guarded tooth and nail.
Whither apologia?
The Magic Flute plays for thee.

Wednesday October 17, 2018
There's immediate
freedom from both fame and gain
when the way-seeking
mind is aroused from within.
You are then kind from without.

Thursday October 18, 2018
Words are only words.
That said, I fancy the word
trust, not the word faith.
This façon de parler is

Friday October 19, 2018
Unwholesome women
along with unwholesome men
abound everywhere.
True aspiration does not
depend upon one's gender.

Saturday October 20, 2018
Practicing precepts
is pursuing the prajna.
The monastic way
is not about following
fame (and shame), and gain (and pain).

Sunday October 21, 2018
Not leaving a trace
of the past six years gone by.
I tried to show grace,
with dignity and respect.
I got nothing but a ghost.

Monday October 22, 2018
Just wholeheartedly
accept with intimate trust
that the space within
which you wholeheartedly trust
is wholeheartedly trusting.

Tuesday October 23, 2018
When have I not been
sitting in front of this wall,
nostril deep and wide?
What's the fundamental point?
Penatrate penetration.

Wednesday October 24, 2018
This very morning
I suddenly realized
snow is the mountain,
the mountain is the mountain,
and the white falling snow falls.

Thursday October 25, 2018
To abandon views
and interpretations is
not to somehow be
completely unaware of
them and their useful function.

Friday October 26, 2018
The flag is flapping
in the wind and the wind is
flapping in the flag.
It is neither flag nor wind.
It is mind flapping in mind.

Saturday October 27, 2018
There's nowhere to run
to and there's nowhere to hide.
There's nothing to hide
from and there's nothing to run
to within this birth-and-death.

Sunday October 28, 2018
There's no exceptions:
unwholesome acts cause decline,
but all wholesome acts
are equal and opposite.
There are no gaps in karma.

Monday October 29, 2018
Achieve what-it-is.
That is the prime directive.
Deepen what you have.
That is the secondary
directive in one's practice.

Tuesday October 30, 2018
Dharma transmission
on the very first meeting.
There's no need to wait
when there is unconditioned
recognition in between.

Wednesday October 31, 2018
What’s a layperson?
This is a person who knows
enjoyment and ease.
They lay down as they please like
an old recling buddha.