A personal blog by a graying (mostly Anglo with light African-American roots) gay left leaning liberal progressive married college-educated Buddhist Baha'i BBC/NPR-listening Professor Emeritus now following the Dharma in Minas Gerais, Brasil.
Thursday, January 20, 2022
Via Dhamma Wheel | Right Action: Reflecting upon Social Action
RIGHT ACTION
Reflecting Upon Social Action |
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One week from today: Reflecting upon Bodily Action
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Via Daily Dharma: Let Wisdom Arise
We
have to remember to be patient, not to have expectations. Then one day
we will find ourselves understanding suffering, knowing its origins,
observing it, and watching it end.
Ayya Medhanandi Bhikkhuni, “The Dharma of Snow”
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Wednesday, January 19, 2022
Via White Crane Institute // Alexander Woollcott
"I'm tired of hearing it said that democracy doesn't work. Of course it doesn't work. We are supposed to work it." - Alexander Woollcott
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Via Ram Dass - Love Serve Remember Foundation // Words of Wisdom - January 19, 2022 💌
- Ram Dass
Via Dhamma Wheel | Right Speech: Refraining from Frivolous Speech
RIGHT SPEECH
Refraining from Frivolous Speech |
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One week from today: Refraining from False Speech
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Via Tricycle // The Power of Mindful Journaling
By Rev. Grace Song
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Via Daily Dharma: Nothing to Add
We
talk about giving up and developing, renouncing and cultivating. But
when the fruit of practice is realized, there is nothing to add and
nothing to remove.
Ajahn Chah, “Meeting the Dharma Alone”
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Tuesday, January 18, 2022
Via Daily Dharma: An Unbroken Sequence
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stable, solid body is a mental image superimposed onto a stream of
events in the same way that a spinning propeller is seen as a circle.
The constant succession of discrete acts of cognition or feeling appears
as a monolithic event, just as the rapid change of frames in a film
appears as a smooth continuum.
The Dalai Lama and Thubten Chodron, “An Unbroken Sequence”
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Via LGBTQ Nation
Monday, January 17, 2022
Via Meditation RamDass // Aditya Hridayam Punyam Sarva Shatru Vinashanam
Ram Dass leads a meditation using the Heart of Aditya (the sun god) mantra:
Aditya Hridayam Punyam Sarva Shatru Vinashanam
Via Dhamma Wheel // Understanding the Noble Truth of the Way to the Cessation of Suffering
RIGHT VIEW
Understanding the Noble Truth of the Way to the Cessation of Suffering |
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One week from today: Understanding the Noble Truth of Suffering
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Via Daily Dharma: The Power of Ritual
The
primary benefit of ritual is that it slows us down in a world that is
moving at warp speed. Rituals invite us to be quiet and still. And they
teach us that we are connected through time and place.
Barbara Becker, “Honoring the Water Children”
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Via White Crane Institute // Allen Ginsberg's AMERICA
Allen Ginsberg's
AMERICA
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.
I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers
it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1835
Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
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Gay Wisdom for Daily Living from White Crane Institute
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Exploring Gay Wisdom & Culture since 1989!
www.whitecraneinstitute.org
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Via LGBTQ Nation // BYU threatens to arrest students who protest the Mormon school's anti-LGBTQ policies
Sunday, January 16, 2022
Via White Crane Institute // GEORGE MERRILL
GEORGE MERRILL, who died on this date (b: 1867) was the life partner of Edward Carpenter, an English utopian socialist, poet, philosopher and early activist for gay rights.
Merrill was a working-class man who was born and grew up in the slums of Sheffield; he had no formal education. He met Edward Carpenter on a train in 1891, and moved into Carpenter's home, a small holding at Millthorpe, Derbyshire, in February 1898, when Carpenter's previous domestic help, George Adams and his family, moved out when Adams retired. Merrill arrived at Millthorpe in a blizzard, "trundling with the help of two boys all his worldly goods in a handcart over the hills, and through a disheartening blizzard of snow." His arrival was commemorated by Carpenter in the poem "Hafiz to the Cupbearer", part of Carpenter's Towards Democracy which was published in stages between 1882 and 1902.
Merrill had previously worked in a newspaper office, a hotel, and in an ironworks. He was always officially Carpenter's servant, and he undertook the cooking and cleaning in the home, decorating and placing flowers in every room. Carpenter noted that "George in fact was accepted and one may say beloved by both my manual worker friends and my more aristocratic friends." He had a fine baritone voice and liked to sing comical songs.
The two lived openly as a couple for almost forty years, until Merrill's death in 1928. Carpenter died the following year and was buried beside Merrill at the Mount Cemetery in Guildford, Surrey.
The relationship between Carpenter and Merrill was the inspiration for E. M. Forster's novel Maurice, and the character of the gamekeeper Alec Scudder was in part modelled after George Merrill. The novelist D. H. Lawrence read the manuscript of Maurice, which was not published until after Forster's death. The manuscript and Carpenter and Merrill's rural lifestyle influenced Lawrence's 1928 novel Lady Chatterley's Lover, which also involves a gamekeeper becoming the lover of a member of the upper classes. Merrill and Carpenter are featured in William di Canzio's homage to Maurice, Alec when Alec and Maurice elope to the countryside.
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Gay Wisdom for Daily Living from White Crane Institute
"With the increasing commodification of gay news, views, and culture by powerful corporate interests, having a strong independent voice in our community is all the more important. White Crane is one of the last brave standouts in this bland new world... a triumph over the looming mediocrity of the mainstream Gay world." - Mark Thompson
Exploring Gay Wisdom & Culture since 1989!
www.whitecraneinstitute.org
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Via Daily Dharma: Help Yourself Help Others
To
help others is to help oneself. It may also be said that to help
oneself is to help others, since real, effective help is not possible as
long as we ourselves are deluded and filled with greed and hatred.
Francis Dojun Cook, “Bodhicitta’s Ripple Effect”
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