7/13/2018

Industry

How are we supposed to feel secure, when we continue to make sure that we’re separate from the whole.

I did not jump up with my fist in the air and yell, Yeah! Like any good American would. Actually I snapped the picture, I thought it’d look cool for the blog, and during the rattling of tracks I felt this complete disconnect. The tracks, the train, the overpass, the buildings behind me and asphalt under my feet, I felt like the only natural thing around. Of course I wasn’t but so suddenly it occurred to me that i am the product of past generations fight against nature.

On the rails of commerce

Oil travels like detainees

On my knees, beggin

please, please, please.

What’s it all for

We’re always on the hunt for more

border wars;

trade wars;

More!

Magnolia Park

Found myself near Magnolia park today around lunch. A strange name for a park with no magnolia trees. Actually it’s in the magnolia neighborhood in Seattle and according to wikipedia both were misnamed by a Navy geographer. Dumbass.

Actually the park is full of Madrona trees, which according to local lore are considered good luck and if you buy a house with one in the yard, well you’ve got a keeper.

Madrona trees in the fore and some kind of ship, with the cascade mountain range in the distance.

I went to the park hoping to find something special. It turned out it was nothing special. I hoped to find some kind of inspiration, though it was nothing special. I sat and listened to the sprinklers, waiting for something to come, but I could only repeat the line, there is nothing special. When nothing is special, everything becomes special.

Cascading mountains,

Red hawk nesting, laughing at

All my efforting.

No Trace

I used to want to be somebody,

like a timeless, red bricked storefront with flashing lights and neat displays.

Now I just hope to be nobody,

like the flowering weed, covering ground, indistinguishable, leaving no trace.

I used to want

Now I just

Step in time with the rhythms of the earth and mind, waiting to be left behind.

Emulsified into the liquid sun, Eviscerated into the mountains

Leaving no trace.

Hiding Spots (Haiku) In the Park (Tanka)

In the park we found so many trails, diverging and converging all over again. There were so many special hiding spots which we made our own, though, I knew that other kids, families, newly dating couples, did the exact same countless times before us.


Hiding spot under

Twisted branches and broad leaves

Small stream trickling


All of the trails though led to the same great grass field, with plenty of shady spots to tuck a family away and find some solace, even if it was a pretty busy midmorning. We took whichever path seemed fitting and discovered what needed to be discovered so that we could emerge in the sunlight under the watchful pine and enjoy the sprawling field to run on.


I like driving the
Other parents in the park
Crazy, by lying
Down in the grass, letting the
Kids run, acting so care-free.

This one was a first tanka attempt, written onsite, I wanted to include it, because of its spontaneity, after looking at it later though I thought I’d try my hand at a more traditional one.

Which includes according to poets.org:
the tanka employs a turn, known as a pivotal image, which marks the transition from the examination of an image to the examination of the personal response


I lay in the grass

Under big blue sky and pine

Letting the kids run,

Acting care-free and easy

Other parents go crazy.


Today, in the park, we took a hands off approach, we took paths less traveled, went along when someone else made a choice and did not worry about what we looked like. We weren’t concerned with control; making the situation perfect; living up to our preconceived ideas about what the day at the park was supposed to be. Often we are so concerned with the idea of perfection that we are scared to try, but just the willingness to try is perfection.


Earlier in the week I’d read a quote by Shunryu Suzuki:

To give your sheep or cow a large, spacious meadow is the way to control him.

Now the aim here was not to control, but rather to feel freedom. As a parent who has a tough time giving his kids the freedom to make their own mistakes, this was more a discipline for me than them. But we all gained. If i can also treat the mind in the same way, I can give up the conflicted, divided mind, and do everything with a wholeness that feels like freedom. In a way our visit to the park, with all its paths and decisions was a microcosm of this idea; regardless of all our choices and options if we give up the idea of control any path can lead to the open meadow.

The Guardian

When I finally got to the top of the mountain I asked the Guardian, “how is it that you see everything, but it is so hard to see you?” The Guardian said to me, “it’s much like trying to take a shit while distracted; you know it has to come, but because you have no focus you sit, and you sit and finally you get tired of waiting, and so you push and strain, push and pinch trying harder and harder, but still nothing, no shit. So you start to get frustrated and think, ‘no shit will ever come.’ So you push some more until finally now your stomach is upset and it’s hurting and now you sit in pain because of all the strain. Writhing back and forth you struggle, until after some time, finally, shit. But it is not a quality shit, it is a bad kind of shit and so you finally finish and now your stomach remains hurting. There has been no relief. It is in this way that it is hard to see me; too much strain, not enough patience and focus.”