Tuesday, 31 December 2019

December 2019

By Rory A.A. Hinton

Sunday December 01, 2019
This is the last month
of the final closing five.
The end is nearer.
How deliberate it was.
How intricate it has been.

Monday December 02, 2019
Pray, praise, and ponder:
this Christian Philosophy
begins in wonder.
Turning from Aristotle
to Thomas through Heidegger.

Tuesday December 03, 2019
rules the textual rubric.
Follow the ribbons
and you will never get lost.
Mysticism begins here.

Wednesday December 04, 2019
Liturgical life
is lived hour by hour.
Pray without ceasing?
Putting grammar in action
is done through the breviary.

Thursday December 05, 2019
Working remotely
is the old normal for me.
The banality
of modern corporate culture
keeps me living in my cell.

Friday December 06, 2019
There are some people
who refuse to recognize
when they are at fault.
Pointing out how they are wrong
will get you no where with them.

Saturday December 07, 2019
Following each word
as it appears before me
every three hours
habituates this culture
for this old child of Eve.

Sunday December 08, 2019
When you speak of it
to another person it
becomes real for you.
You transition from abstract
to concrete in a few words.

Monday December 09, 2019
The little office
is all that is required,
for the time being.
It has all the room I need
to complete my daily work.

Tuesday December 10, 2019
The oRatORY
gently appears before me.
No novus ordo.
The usus antiquior
is the only option now.

Wednesday December 11, 2019
At the table's edge
unaware of the ambush
that's about to come.
She is not yet old enough
to fight fire with fire.

Thursday December 12, 2019
At the water's edge
with a very heavy load
that's strapped to his back.
He is not yet old enough
to feel both tired and cold.

Friday December 13, 2019
Suicide attempts
preempt all situations
Everything and everyone
else becomes secondary.

Saturday December 14, 2019
Oratorian life
can be lived hermitically.
This applies to those
of us who happen to be
past the qualifying age.

Sunday December 15, 2019
Feeling paralyzed
by being over exposed
within my own cell.
Merton's "routed and disturbed"
describes this accurately.

Monday December 16, 2019
Removing myself
from and renewing myself
within the center
that is everywhere present
but lacks its own circumference.

Tuesday December 17, 2019
Tidings of comfort
and joy are conspicuous
by their own absence.
Both of these are by-products.
They are not the main concern.

Wednesday December 18, 2019
There's no secrecy
here that I can call my own.
Not disclosing this
must be secrecy enough.
The first rule of privacy.

Thursday December 19, 2019
Tyndale to Tyndall.
I remember as I eat
my Japenese Zen.
As I spoke to both of them
I relived my history.

Friday December 20, 2019
Careful where you step,
because there might be a mine
under this facade.
Don't be late, remain humble,
and know you are not alone.

Saturday December 21, 2019
For the life of him
he simply could not stop it.
So he let it be.
Only the oldest trickster
could outwit this twisted bliss.

Sunday December 22, 2019
It's just a matter
of minding the end game now.
Behold the old things
are finally passing away
before the new things appear.

Monday December 23, 2019
The Theologian
uses the words defective
and misbegotten.
It does not take much to see.
Who am I to disagree?

Tuesday December 24, 2019
Reducing it down
to thirty one syllables.
That is all I get.
It's the daily maximum.
It's the yearly minimum.

Wednesday December 25, 2019
The celebration
of our Lord's incarnation
early this morning
marks the private end of my
relative obscurity.

Thursday December 26, 2019
Hogtown to Beantown
in the span of one lifetime.
The Quaternity:
Bobby Orr, Carlton Fisk,
Larry Bird, and Tom Brady.

Friday December 27, 2019
Then it disappeared
suddenly through the trap door.
Say no more, except:
there are thorns without roses,
but no roses without thorns.

Saturday December 28, 2019
I respect the old
Breviarium Romanum
as the standard text.
It sits on my desk with the
Liturgy Of The Hours.

Sunday December 29, 2019
The key was to look
where all of the keys are kept.
I don't remember
placing it with them at all.
Mindfulness and mindlessness.

Monday December 30, 2019
Calvinism was Newman's
norm for the new man,
until his Damascian

Tuesday December 31, 2019
Let it be written,
so let it be freely done.
Everything is said.
Nothing else is required.
Anything more is wasted.

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
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
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
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 November 25, 2019
The Carthusian
tailor measures the novice.
White first, and then black.
Eventually the black
monk turns into the white one.

Tuesday November 26, 2019
Portuguese music
is ringing within my ears
in the form of psalms,
and hymns, and spiritual
songs sung without eyes to see.

Wednesday November 27, 2019
Monastic fingers
one by one touch the surface
of holy water.
They touch it when they enter,
and they touch it when they leave.

Thursday November 28, 2019
What does this dragon
on the left side of my head
secretly convey?
I think I understand it. 
Time will tell whether I’m right.  

Friday November 29, 2019
The sign of the cross
in the midst of devotion
stopped me in my tracks. 
Sometimes you need to be told
where to go and what to do. 

Saturday November 30, 2019
Driving the old roads
together with my daughter.
It’s an old car now.
We once rode in luxury.
That three-year lease was enough. 

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
From birth to death it's only
Can't get no satisfaction.
Hey, hey, hey, that's what I say.

Friday October 11, 2019
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
The words within this waka
will one day be deleted.

Tuesday October 15, 2019
of the cause of suffering
is the true response
to the fact of suffering.

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.
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
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.

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
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

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


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.