The Zen Works of Stonehouse: Mountain Poems

It occurs to me that the first section of The Zen Works of Stonehouse as translated by Red Pine could aptly be named “Poems for Retirement” instead of “Mountain Poems.” Perhaps that’s merely because the poems were compiled after he retreated to his mountain home at the age of 67. In a deeper sense, though, the poems offer the kind of advice that can only be practiced by someone who has “retired,” either in the sense of retiring at the end of a career or in the sense that a monk “retires from society.”

Admittedly, I’m feeling a little hypocritical about presenting these ideas while I’m in the midst of repainting our bedroom and making some other “much needed” changes to our house before the first year anniversary of our move. The hectic schedule we’ve been maintaining the last few days hardly fits the spirit of this work, though perhaps reinforcing Stonehouse’s advice.

There were so many poems whose advice I enjoyed that I had a hard time limiting myself to four selections, but I think these are representative of Stonehouse’s key ideas.

The first of the five selections could actually serve as a brief summary of all the poems:

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To glorify the Way what should people turn to
to words and deeds that agree
but oceans of greed never fill up
and sprouts of delusion keep growing
a plum tree in bloom purifies a recluse
a patch of potatoes cheers a lone monk
but those who follow rules in their huts
never see the Way or get past the mountainsp>

Again, as in his previous work I discussed, Red Pine’s notes provide an excellent key to reading Stonehouse’s works:

Confucius said, “A man can glorify the Way, but the Way does not glorify a man” (I. unyu: 15 .28) When Tzu-chang asked how he should act, Confucius replied, “To your words be true, in your conduct be sincere” ” The plum blossom’s association with purity and seclusion was immortalized in the poems of Lin Ho-ching, a Sung-dynasty recluse who lived outside Hangchou. Zen masters often summarize the Buddhist path with the saying, “When I first entered the Way I saw mountains. After a while, I saw that mountains were not mountains. Now I see that mountains are mountains.”

I particularly liked the phrase “oceans of greed never fill up” because it increasingly seems to me that the greatest barrier to happiness, and certainly to “enlightenment,” is greed and its many manifestations. As you’ve probably noticed, I also have a personal prejudice against rules and traditions, preferring to seek any enlightenment I can find not in the practice of traditional religions but, rather, in the immediacy of life itself.

I’m afraid my recent attraction to the art of blowing bubbles also attracted me to this:

31.
This body’s lifetime is like a bubble’s
may as well let things go
plans and events seldom agree
who can step back doesn’t worry
we blossom and fade like flowers
we gather and part like clouds
earthly thoughts I forgot long ago
withering away on a mountain peak

The Diamond Sutra ends with this gatha: “All dependent things / are dreams or illusions, bubbles or shadows / they’re dew or they’re lightning
/ regard them like this.”

My recent brush with cancer for a second time and my increasing awareness of how fragile life really is have reduced me to short-term planning. While others may make plans for next summer, I find myself planning for next month or the month after that. I’m limiting myself to the kinds of plans I four-year-old can understand, a trip to Disneyland with a grandchild in September or October. For now, I’m content with enjoying the day, even if that includes sore muscles from painting overhead too long.

I certainly agree with Stonehouse when he says:

38.
Scorpion tails and wolf hearts overrun the world
everyone has a trick to get ahead
but how many smiles in a lifetime
how many moments of peace in a day
who knows a toppled cart means try another track
when trouble strikes there is no time for shame
this old monk isn’t just talking
he’s trying to remove your obstacles and chains

One of the first measures enacted by the First Emperor when he unified China in 22, BC was to standardize the axle length of carts so that all tracks would be the same width.

The Five Obstacles include desire, anger, tiredness, anxiety, and doubt. And the Ten Chains include shamelesness, sensitivity, envy, meanness, regret, laziness, over-activity, self-absorption, hate, and secretiveness.

Despite commercial messages to the contrary, “scorpion tails and wolf hearts” insure that most commercial transactions seldom end in smiles. If you want “smiles” and “moments of peace” you’re going to have to find them on your own, not in the worlds of things that others would foist on you.

Though I’m not sure how generally true it is, I agree with:

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Most of the time I smile
old men can relax
my mind is free of troubles
nothing but mountains meet my eyes
the P’eng soars into the sky
a leopard blends into mist
I’m more like the flowering plum
I wait for the year-end cold

The P’eng is the great bird in the first chapter of Chuangtzu, where it is used as a symbol of transcendence. It is so big it must climb ninety thousand miles into the sky before it has room to turn south. ln the Yiching: the leopard that can change its spots is used as a metaphor for the person who succeeds in eliminating his vices through the cultivation of virtue. The P’eng represents the goal of Taoist practice, while the spotless leopard represents the goal of Confucian cultivation. The flowering plum, meanwhile, is China’s symbol of perseverance in the face of hardship, blossoming during the coldest period of the year.

I’ve certainly found that I can “relax” in ways that I could never relax while teaching. Although I sometimes am a little embarrassed by how little I “get done,” not having to get things done has set me free in ways that I have never known before.

Still Running in Circles

It may appear, yet again, that nothing is going on over here, but nothing could be further from the truth. Well, actually, it’s closer to the truth than I’d like to admit, but I’ve been doing lots of things, so many things that I haven’t had time to do what I usually do, read poetry.

Even that’s not quite true, as I’m currently reading Red Pine’s translation of The Zen Works of Stonehouse. The problem is that he’s packed so many poems on a single page that I haven’t managed to finish the first section yet and don’t feel I should comment until I’ve done so. Thankfully, part of the problem is that I’ve liked so many of the poems that I’ve been reading slower than usual. Once I’ve finished the first 184 poems, I’ll have more to say.

When I finish Stonehouse, I’ll return to Buson and Basho, ending this summer precisely where I began, hopefully with a greater appreciation and understanding of their poetry. It somehow seems appropriate that I should end the summer precisely where I began it, yin and yang perfectly balanced.

As well it should be, since the only real constants in my life this summer have been my daily walks, which have kept me firmly grounded, and my weekly Tai Chi classes which have helped me maintain my equilibrium.

Strangely enough, my comments today on Mike Snider’s site about Whitman’s “When I heard the learned astronomer” and a poem that Mike had written caused me to remember a long-forgotten, but beloved, film that Mike reminded me was called The Power of Ten.

With the title in hand, I made a quick search of the net which led to me to their site and, not surprisingly, to order a DVD of the film, not to mention a CD that seems to explore the same concepts in much more depth. Once there, I had to spend some time to explore this fascinating site and check out the fantastic number of links to similar concepts.

Strangely enough, following the site’s links to fractals, a concept I mentioned on Mike’s site, led me to this, which in turn led me to this, explaining, of course, why I spend much of my summer focusing on Taoism and Tai Chi.

“I am a Patriot, And I Love My Country”

I was distracted for a good part of Sunday by Jonathon Delacour’s Patriotism and the martial state , which makes an all-too convincing argument that America is a martial state that is mired in a mind-numbing patriotism.

Of course, I realize as a Vietnam Veteran who periodically complains that most of my life has been dominated by war that I’m probably not in the ideal position to counter that argument. In fact, merely having to make that admission makes me wonder if Jonathon isn’t right.

Still, like Yossarian’s girl friend who protests Yossarian’s cynical view of God when Yosarian points out that she has previously said she didn’t believe in God:

“I don’t,” she sobbed, bursting violently into tears. “But the God I don’t believe in is a good God, a just God, a merciful God. He’s not the mean and stupid God you make Him out to be.”

I would cry out that the patriotism that I don’t believe in, the patriotism that most Americans pledge allegiance to isn’t the chauvinistic patriotism of “my country right or wrong” but, rather, the patriotism that Jackson Browne celebrates in:

I AM A PATRIOT

And the river opens for the righteous
And the river opens for the righteous
And the river opens for the righteous
And the river opens for the righteous
And the river opens for the righteous
Someday

I was walking with my brother
And he wondered what’s on my mind
I said what I believe in my soul
Ain’t what I see with my eyes
And we can’t turn our backs this time

I am a patriot
And I love my county
Because my country is all I know
I want to be with my family
The people who understand me
I’ve got nowhere else to go

And the river opens for the righteous
And the river opens for the righteous
And the river opens for the righteous
Someday

And I was talking with my sister
She looked so fine
I said, “Baby, what’s on your mind?”
She said, “I want to run like the lion
Released from the cages
Released from the rages
Burning in my heart tonight”

And I ain’t no communist
And I ain’t no capitalist
And I ain’t no socialist
And I ain’t no imperialist
And I ain’t no democrat
Sure ain’t no republican
I only know one party
And it is freedom

I am, I am, I am
I am a patriot
And I love my country
Because my county is all I know

And the river opens for the righteous
And the river opens for the righteous
And the river opens for the righteous
Someday

And the river opens for the righteous…
And the river opens for the righteous…
And the river opens for the righteous…
And the river opens for the righteous…

I want to run like the lion
And the river opens for the righteous…
And the river opens for the righteous…
Released from the cages
I said what I believe in my soul
It ain’t what I see with my eyes
And the river opens for the righteous…

Someday,
And the river opens for the righteous…
Someday
And the river opens for the righteous…
Someday
And the river opens for the righteous…
Someday

For most Americans what they believe in their soul isn’t what they see with their eyes.

Recent book signings to the contrary, few Americans I’ve known have idolized The President, though dead and retired presidents are generally held in much higher regard than sitting presidents.

Like Jackson Browne, most Americans reserve their patriotism for the concept of “freedom.” Even in our “pledge of allegiance” we pledge allegiance to “liberty and justice for all,” not just a nation.

I would certainly agree that far too many of America’s recent militaristic interventions have been driven by capitalistic aims. Generally, though, it has taken an act of aggression, real or imagined, to lead us to war. Despite Hitler’s aggession in Europe, Americans were unwilling to go to war until the Japanese attacked us at Pearl Harbor.

Although recent wars may suggest Jonathon correct in his assessment, the fact is that less than 4% of the Gdp is spent on the military. Even the chickenhawks don’t dare suggest reinstituting the draft, knowing that it would inevitably end their political career. If America is a “military state” it is a militarly state where most citizens do not want to be in the military and where most people have a vague distrust of generals and their lock-step conformity.

In reality, America hasn’t conquered the world through military might, but through capitalism. There’s little need for armed might when other country’s avarice makes them willing victims of our capitalistic system because it promises them the same kind of endless (dis)satisfaction that American consumers enjoy. Though Mick Jagger’s “Can’t Get No Satisfaction” may sell songs, unfortunately most of his followers are dissatisfied because they haven’t attained his lavish lifestyle, not because they don’t believe the commercials that overwhelm their existence.