Showing posts with label Leonard Cohen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leonard Cohen. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

The Art of Imperfect Perfection: The Retreat











The Art of Imperfect Perfection: The Retreat

"Be Perfect perfect as your Heavenly Father 

is perfect"

- Matt 5:48


"The wind blows where it wills, and you can

hear the sound it makes,

but you do not know where it comes from 

or where it goes."

- John 3:8-9


"Our real journey in life is the interior; it is a

matter of growth, deepening , and of an ever greater 

surrender to the creative action of love and grace in

our hearts. Never was it more necessary to that action."

- Thomas Merton


"There is another great difference between our civilization

and yours. You admire one who pushes their way to the top

in any walk of life , while we admire the one who abandons

their ego."( a Buddhist Monk)

- H. Harrer, Seven Years in Tibet


Inspiration 


It's been written that the origins of the word for "perfection"

can be found in the adjective in the Aramaic/Hebrew "Tamiym" 

from the root"Taman" meaning to "be complete" or "to be finished."

Many scholars suggest that in the New Testament Jesus' uses this word,

"tamin", intending to implore his followers on the importance of being

complete with personal character:  live life with integrity ;selfless;

and  compassion  in a covential  relationship with the divine and all creation.


The Writing :

The Art of Imperfect Perfection: The Retreat


The seeker's weather worn vessel carefully kept

on course , he believed, as storms came and went.

Winds of an unknown source filled his sails

directing him to the hidden-in-plain sight safe harbor. 

Sometimes seekers take careful steps and

sometimes they might take a leap. 

Seekers always looking for something to find.

Ulysses had nothing on this sailor.

His vessel finally arrived to what the local ascetics called-

"The Holy Ground." 


Seven days and six nights of silence and contemplation 

in solitude waited to welcome him into the mystic.

The resident stoic Obi-Wan , disguised 

as a humble spiritual sherpa, with a generous smile

welcomed and counseled the sojourner,

"It's just you and the great Divine , pal."

With no map or cosmic GPS

the seeker commenced his long solitary walks

amid the transcendental pastoral sanctuary.


The result ...fatigue...physical, mental

and spiritual. His new mantra grew to "What a waste

of time.I'm done. What a waste of time.

I'm done."...over and over and over.


By the third dawn of this retreat it was time for the seeker

to meet the typically candid unassuming advisor 

and informing him that he would withdraw 

from these spiritual exercises.

An aroma of fresh columbian coffee filled the new 

morning's air cut through the mist coated sanctorium .  


A fully awake enthusiastic dining room server

approached him with the fresh brew asking,

"Cup of hope?" The seeker smirked responding, 

"Yeh, sure . I can use all the hope I can get."

Within minutes he was proposing his conclusions to his spiritual

guide who just cracked that reverent smile.

"This is normal. Stay one more night. Tonight 

go for your after dinner walk, have your cigar and don't

think ...just let it go and be."

Though a strange proposition the seeker agreed.


As the sun shone it's last glimmer

lighting his post dinner cigar he moved a little slower and

more deliberately than normal through the bucolic pathways. 

Drifting lost in thoughts it hit him - "I'm lost!"

In a blink there were eyes curiously staring at him. 

Four deer within ten feet surrounded him 

in a sacramental semi circle.

A sound of silence of sanctified angelic voices 

found their way to his unsettled  spirit.

"Why are you worried? Don't you know you are blessed?'

Do you realize this is 'holy ground' , a sanctuary"?

Wiping the tears meandering down his cheek he realized

the deer had departed like that consecrated wind.

He scampered like a frightened  startled buck 

to the retreat house where he collared 

his spiritual sherpa explaining what had just occurred.

"Was it real? Was it a dream?"

The wise one looked up smiling gently touching the seeker .

"The deer have always been there .You didn't see them before 

because you were busy making a retreat and not allowing

the retreat to make you."

- JF Sobecki


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Words: Poetry and Such (for your Inspiration)

"Ring the bells that still can ring.Forget your perfect offering.

There's a crack in everything.That's how the light gets in.

 - L. Cohen , Anthem


The Buddha's Last Instruction


"Make of yourself;f a light,"said the Buddha

before he died.

I think of this every morning

as the east begins

to tear off its many clouds

of darkness , to send the first

signal - a white fan

streaked with pink and violet,

even green.

An old man. he lay down

between two lala trees,

and he might have said anything,

knowing it was his final hour.

The light burns upward,

it thickens and settles over the fields.

Around him, the villagers gathered

and stretched forward to listen.

Even before the sun itself

hangs, disattahced, in the blue air,

I am touched everywhere

by its ocean of yellow waves.

No doubt the thought of everything

that has happened in his eternal life.

And then I feel the sun itself

as it blazes over the hills,

like a million flowers on fire_

yet I feel myself turning

into some inexplicable value.

Slowly, beneath the branches,

he raised his head

He looked straight into the faces of the frightened crowd.

- M. Oliver


News of Death - David Whyte 

(for Francisco)

https://youtu.be/Lav7vWaLRSc?si=7pieYUYC_WKqPtyv

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Music : for your listening pleasure and reflection

click on "links" below each picture for video and sound

I have need for Solitude - Mary Chapin Carpenter

https://youtu.be/S3ZMq24XnLk?si=W1HpOmWsPDvJ5xzj

Sail On - Mary Black

https://youtu.be/zv113_HGT60?si=Jo_p0WF3F2Lwaf3I

Awake My Should - Mumford and Sons & Milk Carton Kidds

https://youtu.be/I1V73Asi19U?si=C44QvYnRD9Lsp3e4

Anthem - L. Cohen 

https://youtu.be/c8-BT6y_wYg?si=ChDqww-rhjc6R-51

I Know There's an Answer - Beach Boys

https://youtu.be/9TfUo2Pg0Sg?si=uXN-wq2zCqu1vTDm

CODA: Now something from the lighter side 

( No thing and no one is perfect)

The Meaning of Life - Everyone Loves Raymond

https://youtu.be/FZb4jBE0Gr0?si=7ERyTgHUWin_aA7d

and from the serious side

Kundun - ( the Dalai Lama escapes Tibet

from the Chinese invasion- movie ending)

https://youtu.be/WB5Buz0MvZM?si=V-npWOvcOyjbi-0K


Remembering - 

There is an old joke about the Jesuits:

"A humble Jesuit? A Rarity. 

A Jesuit Pope? An Impossibility.

A humble Jesuit Pope? A miracle."

( & miracles happen)


When Pope Francis was asked how he hoped he would be remembered

he said, "A good guy who tried to do good."


"Be a Francis."

For Fr. Lou and all my companions and friends who have guided ,

inspired and walked with me on my Camino










AMDG



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Saturday, June 1, 2024

The Walk of Life : A Revival



 Meliorism -

a   (noun) /'melya,rizam/ :

the belief that we can contribute to positive change

and improve the world through acts of love,

creativity , compassion and kindness


thalaophile:

a person who is magnetically drawn to the ocean

because of its calming and healing nature


The Inspiration:

There was that time when the youthful prodigal pilgrim

was asked to write about an aspirational future.

He saw himself as a cowboy or truck driver. 

He believed that either. path would take him to the 

open road and see things he never dreamed

he would see and meet other interesting pilgrims 

on their own Camino.

Somehow the constructs and promises that 

attachments would fulfill

every fiber of his being got him off track 

from the sanctified passageway . 

Then without warning a perfect storm

almost imploded everything.

Suddenly the seas calmed and a great light

illuminated his spirit and the dream of 

going with the flow by just  "being" returned

and the revival was born again.


The Writing:

The Walk of Life : A Revival

A baby's first breath leads to cries of freedom

as  growing anxiety is mitigated by the comfort , consolation

and nurturing of unconditional love.

Exploration , inquisitiveness and unbridled imagination

rue the hours, days months and years.

Almost emancipated the now child is confronted

by constructs and controls that lock step his spirit

to abiding to the constraints and barriers.

The flock of companion seeking sheep are also led by the assurance

of security and serenity while winning some type of brass ring ,

a reward for staying on the insisted path 

perpetually promulgated by the lords of the manor.

The Taoist type dream of accommodating the universe's rhythm,

riding with the great river's flow dissipated.


Without anticipation or expectation while

in the deepest silence and stillness,

"Forget your perfect offering",

a great light has found its way 

through Cohen's crack in everything.

"The bells ring that still can ring again."

Just like that the flame that proclaimed the perpetual traveler's

initial arrival it is rekindled and a mystical  revival blossoms.

The authentic cosmic essence returns.

He is free once more

on the precipice - his true self reborn,  he sings .

- JF Sobecki

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Poetry and such:

Sometimes - Dr. Gilchrist ( David Whyte )

https://youtu.be/DlyfVzaox5M?si=cdAq-6Tn0ZKlUkPJ

The Open Road - W. Whitman
https://youtu.be/bCgbc_RcKF8?si=jjuvCzsySaYAku3b

A Seeming Stillness - D. Whyte
https://youtu.be/XRxrq6udIuc?si=w5HmztnSpyCVb0aB

Anthem - Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/c8-BT6y_wYg?si=qxETwmGHOyyh17mw

Music:

For your visual and listening pleasure.

The Walk of Life - Dire Straits

https://youtu.be/kd9TlGDZGkI?si=AvYvicshGuPN5I7e


A New Morning - Bob Dylan
https://youtu.be/99s-B9YoGPA?si=oeSKzDGNSyIPXCLF

Nowhere to Hide - Trampled by Turtles


Born Again - Tyler Childers
https://youtu.be/hXRmU2U2YBg?si=NaYE8eOvuBpTYeF_

Sing To the Mountain - Elephant Revival

https://youtu.be/-pxJe83McU8?si=FameK27ylOT5kNMP

Some music to contemplate the light :

If I Needed You - Emmylou Harris?Don Williams ( T. Van Zandt)
https://youtu.be/ZrBjQ2ydlTQ?si=NqewKhgkeZhNR4d4

Earth Song - F. Tickle
https://youtu.be/JJewD4xdJ3c?si=ot9GS0HOeC13V-US

Ten Thousand Words - Avett Brothers
https://youtu.be/WDNQFiWRZnE?si=3vD4gLSL3q2U9JV0

Coda:

I am humbled and grateful to announce that an essay I have written
has been published in South Jersey's premier arts and culture magazine 
"Breaker" - Issue Nineteen May - Nov 2024.

Sample: 

EINSTEIN AND FROST WERE RIGHT

    I have come to believe Einstein was right when he said 
"Coincidences are God's way of remaking anonymous. Once the spirit 
 is awakened to that possibility , everything can change....

    Great truths can revel themselves in coincidental places, at unusual times.
    
    Watching this past April's full Worm Moon led me to recall 
a significant conversation, under the last harvest Moon , with a dear 
Quaker friend from Philadelphia. We spoke ofd life and purpose, 
and I revealed I had admired Quakers from a distance.

     I live just minutes from a historic wooden building situated at 
the very center of Tuckerton , long known as a Quaker meeting house.
When she asked me " Have you ever stopped by ?" I was embarrassed 
to admit I hadn't.

    "I was never invited ," I heard myself tell her.
    "Well, I invite you," my dear Quaker friend smiled.

"You know the Quakers say 'All Are Welcome'.".....

[ for more info visit www.Breakerzine.com or message me for
the complete essay through comments below.]

* Thank you to my inadvertent sherpas -  for 
helping me see the cracks and experience the light again . 



AMDG

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Tuesday, January 31, 2023

A California Reunion


"Remembrance is a form of Meeting"

- Kahil Gibran

"We are not Human Beings with a spiritual experience, but 

spiritual beings with a human experience"

- Pierre Teilhard Chardin


The Inspiration :

(Over 100 family members and friends gathered in Northern California's 

wine country to honor, remember and celebrate the life of the pilgrim's

sister's husband who had recently passed to the other side.)


A venerated teacher iterated , it is said that a Buddhist story

explains the probability of our incarnation as a human being on

this earth at this time and place is something like one life

preserver being tossed randomly into the ocean. There is one

turtle in the great expanse of the global ocean swimming somewhere 

underneath the water. The probability that we come into this world 

is the same as this one particular turtle sticking its head out

of the water...and in that specific moment its head peaks through 

the hole in that one random life preserver in just one try. Some social

scientist calculated that the odds of any one being becoming a 

real thing ( real life) is 1 in 400 million.

The patient pilgrim pondered,"If all creation is not a miracle

I don't know what is. This vessel may end its earthly journey but

the essence of the spirit in everything is not finished as a new 

journey begins."


The Writing:

(A personal reflection inspired by this post's theme)


A California Reunion

What is that flame,. that light

That Mystical source that draws searching souls,

Abandoning their daily passage to gather,

Reuniting in compassion and empathy?

How is it that in one fleeting urgent moment

The baggage of their journey

Is left behind with no regrets or hard feelings?

How strong is that desire for healing

The broken hearts of fellow travelers?

The pilgrim and two offspring converged

In the land of Jacks Dharma Bums' ghosts,

California stars, joining

The great pilgrimage to be where

Mindfulness is the practice of

Redemption and gratitude becoming

The "Holy Communion."

Rivers of tears flow like sacramental wine.

The unwavering torrential rains 

Came to a hard stop without notice,

Giving rebirth to a divine virgin blue sky

Making way for the great gleam.

Witness the true Beautiful Day.

The Tower of Song of the mask free sojourners'

Overflowing hearts sang out

As one unified voice of a singular solemn

Angelic choir filling the sanctuary

Serenely settled on the secret banks 

Of the Russian River, one or two puffs

South of the Emerald Triangle

Guarded by the glorious green mountainous grandeur.

Rhythms of the Chicago Blues reverberate

From within this chapel of untethered celebration

With the same DNA heard in the most holy arias.

Higher and Higher, cowboy lamentations,

Palomas and fries nourish 

The thirsty and hungry hearted congregation.

It is on the sacred ground , leaving behind the world,

Where the one sublime transformational moment

Of the authentic consecrating unconditional love

Washes down every aspect of the universe,

Leaving all to kneel in the deepest chamber

Of their hearts with humility to the light.

- JF Sobecki


The Poems:

( Poetry Reflections on the inspiration)


Where Many Rivers Meet

All the water below came from above

All the clouds living in the mountains

gave it to the rivers

who gave it to the sea, which is their dying.


And so I float on the cloud become water

central sea surrounded by white mountains,

the water salt, once fresh

cloud fall and steam , tree root and tide bank

leading to the river' mouths

and the mouth of the rivers sing to the sea,

the stories buried in the mountains

give out to the sea

and the sea remembers

and sings back 

from the depths

where nothing is forgotten.

- David Whyte


The Holy Longing - Goethe ( From the Favorite Poem Project)

https://youtu.be/8YWoOj5mJMo

Song of Myself - W. Whitman ( From the Favorite Poem Project)
https://youtu.be/hPLHVQpm1JA

For The Children - Gary Snyder



The Music:
(Musical reflections on the inspiration)

Transcendental Reunion - Mary Chapin Carpenter
https://youtu.be/1GUFJquA6bc

Heavenly Father - Bon Iver
https://youtu.be/vAoADCSpD-8

Live Forever - Drew Holcombe
https://youtu.be/ntbNQk2Tk7Q

Wash Me Down - Jim Cuddy
https://youtu.be/V6KxemuVYMU

Windfall - Son Volt
https://youtu.be/f1XrTzVzbJY

California Stars - Wilco


Tower of Song - Leonard Cohen (w U2)
https://youtu.be/OpLBtWG3JR4

No Hard Feelings - The Avett Brothers
https://youtu.be/aaU2HvRhCPw

Seasons of Love - Rent
https://youtu.be/UvyHuse6buY


Coda:

A Time to Say Goodbye - Andrea Bocelli & Sarah Brightman
https://youtu.be/4L_yCwFD6Jo


Remembering:

R.I.P. and Music,Skip !
                                                             















Marybeth Lifting or Spirits Higher

https://youtu.be/k9aDOGoPvW8

Tbird and a Redhead - Jimmy Smith Band ( Skip on Harp)

https://youtu.be/LY2BP6IoRwg



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Tuesday, October 1, 2019

"Am" is a verb

“Perhaps the best river runners are Taoists at heart. Taoism considers someone wise if they accommodate themselves to the rhythms of the universe.”




Sitting at his morning journal the words flowed from some unknown source through his hand , to the pen and onto the virgin pages:

It seems to me that as a young boy teachers , parents , Priests and all kinds of folks who seemed to pass some marker of progress hiding their own sins and missteps while on their Odysseys felt qualified to ask the same question to young people over and over as if it were some test. I think it was vain attempt at redemption so young people wouldn’t make the same mistakes:

They asked:

So what are you going to be when you grow up?”

As the years seemed to continue carry this travel wearied vessel downstream to some unknown sea the question persisted . So, I started making up answers- 

Truck Driver…Why? They get to travel around the country and get paid for it.

A hobo - See the country by riding the rails and maybe I could get day jobs here and there.

A Priest - As I owed God big time for helping me pass that 8th grade exam I didn’t study for and I prayed and prayed up until the test papers were handed out. The Nuns said God never forgets!

Musician - When I heard Buddy Holly and saw the Kingsmen of Louie Louie  fame I said “this it , I gotta do this” and when the Beatles arrived I was baptized and confirmed all at once to venture down that long and winding road…didn’t get very far though. Distracted as usual .

Maybe a Writer - of some sort…I had started reading stories and poems that interested me and I began a journal , writing in the late hours or just before dawn in a spiral notebook with bits and pieces of just about anything one could write about. I never did share those writings with anyone nor did I tell anyone out of fear that someone might find out the truth about who I really was and why,

Counselor or teacher - you know a ‘Catcher in the Rye’ where I could live out my fantasy of being just like the character in  Holden Caufield's dream. 

….( Actually a grand plan was never developed . The plan evolved into to having no plan. The goal was refined to have no goal. Well, in truth any and all plans and goals shifted like the wind. Besides Lennon seemed to write directly to me  that ‘life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.” )….

Then there was brief consideration about becoming an Athlete - Sounded good but I lacked the physical talent  yet I did have a youth baseball coach who encouraged me constantly and much to my surprise I was selected for the league’s all-star team. I was having too much fun to realize that I had developed some skills and was performing above average. That coach used to say ‘just be yourself , have fun besides you will only be remembered by how you played the game.

As the summer ended we went our separate ways  and coach gave me a crumpled up piece of paper with a poem. I thought ‘ poem?”

It read..

Game Called.( G. Rice)

Across the field of play
the dusk has come, the hour is late.
The fight is done and lost or won,
the player files out through the gate.
The tumult dies, the cheer is hushed,
the stands are bare, the park is still.
But through the night there shines the light,
home beyond the silent hill.

Game Called.
Where in the golden light
the bugle rolled the reveille.
The shadows creep where night falls deep,
and taps has called the end of play.
The game is done, the score is in,
the final cheer and jeer have passed.
But in the night, beyond the fight,
the player finds his rest at last.

Game Called.
Upon the field of life
the darkness gathers far and wide,
the dream is done, the score is spun
that stands forever in the guide.
Nor victory, nor yet defeat
is chalked against the players name.
But down the roll, the final scroll,
shows only how he played the game.


Sometimes the best lessons about being who we are meant to be and life come from those secret mystical unexpected places that echo and caress the truth. 


…………………………………


This is That - B. Wilson

Life/Purpose and such - G.Harrison Last Interview



“What’s truly of value in life? what gives our lives meaning? We weren't born to cause trouble or harm. To be of value, we must develop basic good human qualities warmth, kindness, compassion. Then our life will become  happier and more meaningful.”
                               - Dalai Llama




“A tree gives glory to God by being a tree. For in being what God means it to be it is obeying [God]. It “consents,” so to speak, to [God's] creative love. It is expressing an idea which is in God and which is not distinct from the essence of God, and therefore a tree imitates God by being a tr
 - T. Merton





Final Scene - “Kundun”- M. Scorsese 
https://youtu.be/WB5Buz0MvZM


The Goal - L. Cohen


I Can’t leave my house
Or answer the phone
I'm going down again
But I'm not alone

Settling at last
Accounts of the soul
This for the trash
That paid in full

As for the fall, it
Began long ago
Can't stop the rain
Can't stop the snow

I sit in my chair
I look at the street
The neighbor returns
My smile of defeat

I move with the leaves I shine 
with the chrome
I'm almost alive
I'm almost at home

But please do not follow
I've nothing to teach
except that goal
falls short of the reach

( thanks to member of the band for pointing this poem out in a collection gathering dust on the shelf)

Autumn Poem - Mary Oliver

In the last jovial, clear-sky days of autumn
the mockingbird
in his monk-gray coat
and his arrowy wings
flies
from the hedge to the top of the pine
and begins to sing — but it's neither loose, nor lilting, nor lovely — 
it's more like whistles and truck brakes and dry hinges.
All birds are birds of heaven
but this one, especially, adores the earth so well
he would imitate, for half the day and on into the
evening, 
its ticks and wheezings,
and so I have to wait a long time
for the soft, true voice
of his own glossy life
to come through,
and of course I do.
I don't know what it is that makes him, finally, look
inward 
to the sweet spring of himself, that mirror of heaven,
but when it happens —
when he lifts his head
and the feathers of his throat tremble, 
and he begins, like Saint Francis,
little flutterings and leapings from the pine's forelock,
resettling his strong feet each time among the branches,
I am recalled, 
from so many wrong paths I can't count them,
simply to stand, and listen.
All my life I have lived in a kind of haste and darkness
of desire, ambition, accomplishment. 
Now the bird is singing, but not anymore of this world.
And something inside myself is fluttering and leaping, is
trying 
to type it down, in lumped-up language,
in outcry, in patience, in music, in a snow-white book.




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Amdg














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