For an essay I’m writing, I had occasion to take a look at Thomas Merton’s Asian Journal. I am a Zen practitioner & I grew up in the 1960s – 70s at a time when Merton, Alan Watts & others were popularizing Buddhism in general & Zen in particular. (Watts became a leading exponent of Zen without ever practicing zazen, sitting meditation, which is at the center of Zen.) Merton was a Trappist monk who interested himself in many other religious traditions; like Watts & Aldous Huxley, he tended to elide distinctions between Buddhism & Hinduism, which strikes me as intellectually sloppy. This may be an unfair judgment based on slim acquaintance, but Merton strikes me as kind of a drip. Self-involved, declamatory, aggressively synthesizing–a spiritual tourist. At least in these journals. But then, having fled from the Christians who harried me in my childhood, I have never understood, either before or after becoming a Zen student, the desire to bring Jesus & Gautama into harmony. I’m a pretty thorough-going pluralist, too, so I just don’t see the usefulness of this sort of religious syncretism.
. . . of just past & swinging back through the eclipse of its orbit toward the sun. Or is that simply too metaphysical a metaphor for taking up writing again in this online space? I have been feeling the tug of gravity for a while.
Each time I go to Zen Mountain Monastery, I return home knowing less about Zen. They say that’s how it is supposed to work.
Carole is off with Dash, one of our four Jack Russells, practicing flyball tonight.
Heading off tomorrow for sesshin at Zen Mountain Monastery, where I became a “formal student” earlier this year. When I return, I expect to begin posting again in this space. Despite the headlong progression & proliferation of social media, I still like the old-fashioned feel of the weblog. (I can remember when blogs were cutting edge!). And though I am reticent about discussing it, perhaps I’ll say a few words about how I have come to practice Zen. (In the original monastic order established by the Buddha, one of the few grave violations that could get a monk expelled was to claim spiritual powers one did not possess.) We’ve had a long, cold spring, but the sun is out this morning & the weeds are growing: I’m going to spend some time in the garden today.