Nihon no Eh II
nihion noh eh
Wake Up and Laugh!- Japan Earthquake, Marcus’ account
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A Waste of Humanity
If a stranger from my country talks to me, it’s really weird
If a foreigner talks to me, it’s okay
Love can’t solve everything
We’re practical
…
Any doubt as to why there is so much divorce, here?
Sendai No Tsunami
I shed a tear of sorrow, and respect
For those kind souls and those that love them,
Lost in the terror-waves and earthquakes
Near Nihon,
A most favorite, tranquil, artful realm in the sea
Of my heart
Your pain is here in me
And so…
I reach out to you, and call silently,
Like your quiet suffering,
“Japan, rise, again”
Oh please…
For you,
And me
Old Camera, New Parts, Hard Time
In Suwon Station today, I wanted to take a picture, so I whipped out my battle-axe analog camera, and I spied a colorful scene in an I-phone accessory shop, next to the Dunkin Donuts: a girl in one of the standard-accepted-fashion ensembles arranging the artfully designed covers for the hot new phones. She had on the black heels, the black stockings, and a sunset, explosion-red sweatshirt (“hoodie’), and I thought this modern shop, minimally furnished and pristine-with a person in it-who seemed like an anachronism (as if a robot should have been attending)-among all the artifice, looked Bladerunner sci-fi. And the color of her clothes said both, ‘I am not a machine’, as well as, ‘I am art, among these things’!
I aimed at a woman nearby-a similar distance from me to the distance of the girl in the shop, so as not to be conspicuous-but my camera’s light-meter and shutter wouldn’t work. I inspected the machine. The battery cover and batteries had disappeared! What a major, big time, down-the-hole drag. I moped to the subway gate and beeped my walleted transit card, and went up to the platform for the long ride to Seoul.
Later, I ran around Namdaemun’s eclectic and crowded market, narrowly avoiding collisions with old ladies, old men, hawkers, buyers, police officers, Korean, Japanese and Chinese shoppers, and men on their ever-weaving motorcycles and scooters-who are forever coming out of every possible blind-spot to almost run you over-while delivering all manner of goods through the swarming alleys.
I was-of course-in search of a camera shop that could supply me with the things I needed for my dinosaur Minolta X-300 SLR. Most shops only sell “Dica SLRs’, or digital single-lense reflex cameras, so most men these shops waved me off. In one shop, the proprietor hardly finished mumbling his blow-off, while simultaneously taking a phone call and averting his gaze out the window, when a cool looking dude seated where they had been chatting, called out in Korean, “go upstairs; third floor.”
Well, upstairs, I found that Chongro/Dongdamun, old school Korea thing goin’ on, you know, the inlaid marble or granite flooring, the small, hide-away stairways here and there, with rickety steps, the ajumas carryiong food trays with the remnants of lunch on them-on their heads, the old office furniture (made of wood), and phot posters and calendars from years ago.
To be continued…
Counseling: Trouble Finding Love?
Here is my updated response to a letter I received recently at my counseling page. The client has written me many times, and I have learned a lot, myself, from corresponding with her:
Love, Peace, and Joy, to you!
Sit and observe nature. It is complex, but not complicated. Let’s emulate Nature and simplify things.
First, we’ll have to calm our minds and still the thoughts. Sit and breath, and eliminate all extraneous thoughts, pictures, memories, and worries from your head; music, too. Can’t? Just let them be there, but return your focus to your breathing, and let the other objects and mental formations drift by, like clouds. Ever watch clouds? Generally, a cloud is only as interesting as the shape it seems to take in your mind, and only until another cloud comes by that catches your interest. Let your breathing be the other cloud.Once you find peace, or at least, focus away from extraneous things, then enjoy that for a while, then, focus on whatever comes, not to attach ideas to those things, but to take note of them. Later, when you stop meditating, you may realize you came across some gems.
Now, Your Concerns:
“I have always had trouble when it comes to finding love.
- Finding love is better than falling into it. Actually, you find it happening between you and someone else, or growing in you as sentiments of your growing love for someone.
“I do think I loved a guy before, it was first sight in love and I was crazy about him….”
- He represented fantasy; you did not know him.
“I was 18 and felt like I wasn’t ready. I did not find him physically attractive but I can let it all go because I think he is a great person and accepted him just the way he is.”
- Can one? It is beautiful that you could love someone by accepting his flaws and focusing on his positive attributes, and certainly, this is a necessary part of the art of loving someone (In his seminal work, The Art of Loving Dr. Erich Fromm outlines how love is an art, not a mere feeling). However, don’t you think in a sense, you were loving with your head-or not completely not loving at all-but “shopping”, as I call it? Shopping is knowing you want a partner and picking out candidates to observe and/or date, and then, before actually having that feeling that draws you uncontrolably to one, you pick one or another person based on attributes, say for example, a nice smile, or a nice personality. This is okay for a harmless-read non-serious-date (where in both people know it is only for fun), but not for the serious adult activity; art and project of emotional, physical, intellectual, and life-long involvement of true love.
- You see, it may be okay for you, but I believe love has to be a mysterious attraction, affection and then a skill, combining feelings and interests, and dedication. In other words, you trust your heart enough that of course the one you love will have enough intellect, personality, and ability to be a stable person in your life-for the most part, and what is lacking is not in a grave proportion, because you are not going to grow in love with someone who is too far outside your innate interest. You have to have enough confidence in yourself to know that.
- I said “for the most part”, above-and this is crucial-because your partner has to have flaws! If he or she ‘has no flaws’, you have no work to do in loving him, no sacrifices to make, no growth to struggle through, and no reward in the form of increased love in your lover’s great thanks for your acceptance!
- If you partner ‘has no flaws’, there is no miracle in your loving him; he is a perfect concoction of your ego; believe me, it happens-I am in a country where many people formulate exactly what they or their parents want, search for it by interview {they call it “blind dating”, but it is a set up interview according to desired financial, status-oriented, and health-based criteria} and furnished proof [in resumes], and then they marry it, hoping to fall in love!).
“I was 18 and felt like I wasn’t ready.”
- That expression is more often than not, a cliche, imposed on our consciousness by ‘pop-love’; you know, like “pop-psychology”? Perhaps you are right; you were not ready, but chances are (tell me), “ready” has been defined by your sub-conscious (inculcated by what is imposed on you by society. And “ready”, thus becomes “common sense”, instead of personal sense.
- Dr. Einstein said, “Common sense is the body of prejudices acquired by eighteen.” If you don’t believe this, live in another culture, and see how differently “common sense” appears to be than it does at home, in your own culture. I have so many people who cannot understand the “common sense” of Koreans (all foreigners, of course; whether they are “Kyopos”, or foreign-raised Koreans, or Korean-Americans), from teachers, business men to soldiers, to airline pilots. This isn’t right or wrong. It is a true observation, made again, and again, and again.
- And what society means is, ‘you were too young to know love, because you hadn’t dated around a lot and broken some hearts and had your heart broken’.
Now the same thing is repeating itself with a guy I have been friends with for three years.”
- Situations repeat unless we resolve issues in our present relationship. In Pop-Love, most people prefer to “move-on”. What does that mean? It means to abandon. Issues abandoned are issues that repeat. Why? Because they are our issues. We cannot “move on” from ourselves! We take our issues with us! People think, ‘Boy, that lover was a cretin! I’ll find a better one and leave him here.’ In reality, the only thing you leave behind when you move on is yourself, and your chance to grow. You might say, ‘Carlo, are you saying people should never break up?’, to which I would say, ‘No. But you weren’t fighting the first day, and you lasted several months or years, so the issues were created by both parties, and can be resolved by both parties.’
- My recent girlfriend, who left me, said to this reasoning, ‘I didn’t know you in the beginning.’ This means, “I was mistaken about you.” I still love her and mean her no harm; she was afraid, because of my unresolved issues, and she is a wonderfully warm, loving, and intelligent person, but a more honest explanation would have been, she ‘did not know us, and did not want to try any more’, mostly because she didn’t know how.
- It is really true, my friend, that love needs no breaking up, just reconciliation, and growing up. If two people can share everything, they can solve everything. But many do not know how to love. So they break up and bring their problems to each subsequent relationship, without fail, and though those problems may not show up right away, eventually, the unresolved issues always do, because everything is a lesson, not “an out-door” with a “get-out-of-school-free pass” on the knob.
“He is a nice guy, and very smart, but he is so immature, I see him as a child. I feel obligated to take care of him all the time and after he confessed that he likes me, I want to go jump off a bridge.”
- Every woman feels like this at one time or another, with her man. When a man “grows in love” and becomes focused on a woman he finds beautiful, he is in a state of bliss. He naturally appears immature. It is courage taking over; the quelling of the insanely greedy ego, the growth of generosity, compassion, acceptance, beauty-seeing eyes…. Don’t worry, it is the female’s instinct in every species to over-analyze the male–for mating, fathering, foraging, and hunting skills, or their equivalent.
- Did you know the generally large size of the male’s genitalia in our species and related ones is an evolutionary response to the selection that occurred when females over the millennia have been unfaithful and/or preferred males that were large–as a measure of virility? It is like the MBA, the six-figure salary, or the fancy car and house, today; all stuff-strutting for the woman, right?
- Don’t rush things. Men become more responsible when and if you get to the marriage stage. In the beginning, please, ladies, give them a break–they don’t owe you that yet! If men were as critical and mature when growing in love over a woman–as women are in deciding to accept that love–there would be no romance in the traditional sense! Have a laugh, here!
“I believed we would work out, it was a crush, but I took it so seriously. It took me two years before I confessed, and we dated for a while; then his ex girlfriend came into the picture, so I decided to let him go.” (The italics are mine.)
- Nothing “works out”. We work issues out. That is the biggest part of love, and if someone tells you it isn’t, s/he doesn’t know love. S/He who doesn’t know love shouldn’t feel bad, though. Most people don’t. Throughout history, love has been a right in most cultures–not an art, a virtue, or a practice–allowed to be developed between any two members of a couple by choice. It’s been granted by authorities–like kings, popes, clerics, and parents. This is not true love, but primitive love, or viable-family & super-society building “love”. That is what goes on in Asia, especially in traditional countries–to a large extent (or it used to, right into the 2,000s). People in these countries and their cultures are just getting into “love marriages” now, in the last few decades, but many still do not get it, and do not “allow it”. Love is not practiced right in these countries. The unhappiness, self-mutilation in the form of hugely numerous cases of unnecessary cosmetic surgery for marriage viability, the infidelity, the rampant prostitution and the divorce numbers-are the proof.
- You have to resolve your issues with your lover, and that is how you grow up. You say you confessed, as if love is something to hide, like something to be guilty for. Don’t feel bad. Society taught you this. Love is something we should perhaps be embarrassed about if we don’t have it to profess, not something we should feel ashamed of (or likely, in your case, embarrassed) to confess!
- Dr. Erich Fromm said, basically, that ‘our worth as human beings is in our ability to inspire love’! ‘If we cannot inspire love, we are impotent’! You validated another human being’s humanity in loving him! And in expressing your love, you proclaimed yours!
- You let him go? Well, you know what I would say about that, right? In a way, it is the ultimate expression of love…the parental kind. Parents who truly love their children would never dream of breaking their hearts (if they truly love them, with a capital ‘L’). They must let them become adults by letting them love what and whom they wish; anything less is maniacal control. Tell that to Confucianists. They don’t traditionally believe in love.
- Anyway, if he did not love you, you had to let him go. However, it sounds to me-perhaps-as if your passivity may have had something to do with his ambivalence.
- People don’t want to be loved. They want to be LOVED! And take your “crushes” seriously, they are where love begins.
“My family had horrible marriages; I guess I was trying so hard not to make the same mistake as those I saw, so I always stayed with guys who seemed safe and stable but who weren’t right for me.”
- I did this and lost the girl of my dreams. She was and is right for me, though. You have to try hard; very hard…extremely hard, but not too hard. You have to be communicative, caring, accepting, understanding, challenging-in the right measures, and at the right time (I don’t mean by playing games, which are [1.] for boys and girls (not adults), and [2.] for getting someone in bed; not for getting someone “down the aisle” for a healthy marriage, and “forever”). And you have to set boundaries. Most of all, you have to love, which means doing whatever it takes to make it work. And staying with guys who are safe is called settling. It is the Asian way; the old European way; from the time of the Imperial church.
- Love is not safe. It is a boat ride in a storm, and when you make it to that shore, you can congratulate yourself. Love is an adventure, not a contract. It is a dance, not a march. It is a poem, not an article. Love the one you love, or your soul is doomed, and so is your humanity.
As Jack Nicholson’s character, General Gessup, says in A Few Good Men, My Dear, “Are we clear?”
Thank you so much, for taking love so seriously. ‘Love is humanity’s saving grace’ (Erich Fromm, again); personally, societally, environmentally, and species-wise. congratulations; you have got it. Now share it, and don’t let anyone tell you whom to love. Your choice is your membership card to the human race.
Let me know if this helps.
Peace, Love, and Joy to you,
Carl Atteniese
Trusting, Entrusting, and Doing ‘The Now’
Trusting and entrusting are quite different. We can trust things will be ‘okay’, but this is not the same as entrusting things, which means we must have a sort of faith or positive mind, believing things will be as we would expect them to be, or want them to be; “right” or, “tolerable”. Can you see how careful I am being not to say ‘as we want’?
In reality, do we have any logical or spiritual right to think or hope things will be as we wish, in any spiritual practice? When I have prayed, I’ve often been careful not to impose on The Divine, by saying ‘please give me this/that’, and in meditation, I do not entrust believing I will get my way either.
May I say, entrusting should be; about letting things be, and realizing they will work out as they must, according to all component causes and interlocking effects…in turn, becoming causes again. But we entrust with the hope that things will go our way, don’t we? I am asking you, members of the sangha. Entrusting to Juingong with any expectation; isn’t it not like having a ‘please, let this be, won’t you, Lord?’, in Buddhism, or Zen practice?
The American comedian, George Carlin once said-in his tirade on religion-‘what’s the use of prayer; ‘God has a plan’, right; who are you to pray and ask him to alter his plan? He’s God! What’s he gonna do; give in to every two-bit Shm*^k with a prayer book?’ Carlin’s comedy was humorous not only because of his vast knowledge-base, his talent with linguistics and the vernacular, his wit, and his facial and speech abilities, and his deep (in my view, hidden compassion); it was due to his ability to shock, so taken out of the context of comedy, his words seem a little extreme, but the point is actually valid.
Though I have heard all my life that The Divine wants to give us what we ask for, that point goes counter to any sort of sense, because It cannot possibly grant everyone his wishes, and so It necessarily must disappoint a vast number of people praying. If that is so in the theistic faiths, then Zennists and Buddhists have to be ready for a lot of disappointment, since they have no God. The devout adherents of the theistic faiths supplicate in the hopes of divine intercession. In the non-theistic practices, the same is done in another way, isn’t it? Juingong sort of resembles The Divine, in its all-encompassing interconnectedness, like a sort of omnipotence. Whether that is right or wrong, I think is not so much the point, but the way zennists may relate to Juingong is;sometimes it could be interpreted as a way of having hope for what they want.
Recently, I heard Thich Nhat Hanh say, “If you don’t have a problem now, you don’t have a problem.” He went on to say that ‘worrying about the future and the past is nonsense’, and that we have to ‘come home to where we belong’, to the present. I found ‘entrusting value’ in this statement; if I am worrying about the future, and the past, and I’m trying to accomplish tasks in the present, I am doing three things at once, aren’t I? And so, since it is a major idea in Zen that we only have the present, we can entrust our worry someplace else! Since we cannot do three things at once well, we might as well….
Entrust your worry to the realm of fantasy, because it is history or dream, as a function of the past or the future. Focus your energy on the present, which doesn’t involve hope, so much, but reality…and how you deal with what is around you and happening right now.
Dae Heng Sunim’s ingenious focus on Juingong is a priceless component of the teaching of the oneness of all things, interwoven into our inherent natures.
Thich Nhat Hanh’s teaching is priceless in helping us realize that Juingong should not be used as a tool of hope for what we want, so much as afocus of all that is interconnected in reality right now, that may aid us. We should entrust in our nature and do what we can in the present, leaving the past to memory, and the future to dreams. The result should be a better acquaintance with reality. My grandfather used to say, mind your pennies; the dollars will mind themselves. I thank him and alter that statement by saying, mind the present, and the future will mind itself.
I am
I am Painfully Honest
Debilitating-ly Compassionate
A Believer in Carpe Diem
A Believer in the Sanctity of Humanity
A Believer in the Genius of Children and The Evil of Adulthood
An Enemy of Chauvinism and Parental Control; the pervasive and tendril-wielding, disease-effective, tsunami-like bulwark against Freedom and Love
I am a Believer in Love; The Process of Compassionate and Ardor-filled Intelligent and Affectionate Relationships
Sustained by Growth and Good habits to Benefit more than the self
I Believe Art is Testament to Humanity, and That Love is Art
I am Appalled at The Evil taught in Religion
I am to-the-bone-terrified of Blind Faith
I am Heartened by Intellectual, Emotional, and Spiritual Honesty
I am Chilled to Death by People with Low Self-Esteem and Shyness, though
I have deep compassion and love for them-still I recognize their debilitating and infectious victim-hood
They are the Spawn of Evil, The Victims of Control, and The Pawns of Immoral Parents, Fiends, and Government
I Herald the Genius Soul That Loves;
The Saving Grace of Humanity
Letting Go or Burying?
You know what’s potentially ‘wrong’ with Zen Buddhism? It’s the same thing that’s absolutely right with it;
“letting go.”
We must let go of mental formations that obsess us, or distract us when our full attention is needed elsewhere, but sometimes, letting go of something forever, on purpose or by design, can be harmful; that’s burying it.
You don’t need to be well versed in human psychology to realize the lesson in this story…
A man does some remodeling in his living room. He strips the walls of thirty years of paint, spackles them, sands them, and paints them the color his beloved wife had her heart set on. He does this to the ceiling, too, an infinately more difficult job. Then, he draws and makes a stencil of her favorite flower, makes lines on the wall with an H pencil; parallel from floor to ceiling, the right distance apart. This alone takes two days. Then he prepairs the paint, the trays, the rollers, and fine brushes for touch-up work, and for a week, he lays down a pattern of the floral designs, floor to ceiling, row after row.
When he is finally finished, one Sunday, he notices that miraculously, he is in time to retrieve the wife and kids from grandmother’s house in time for ice cream at the mall, after which he will present his labors of love and fatherhood in the house. He makes haste in cleaning up. He does his best, working rapidly to pick up the dust, nails, shims, and other debris that has managed to hide out and litter the room since he began three weeks ago, despite his daily efforts to return the room to some semblance of normalcy after his work each day.
He’s running short of time, so after a perfuntory sweep and bending over here and there to pick up, he throws the rug down thinking it will not only make the room look complete, it will be protection for his childrens’ feet against any material left behind until he can properly vacuum and finish the job. He lines the rug up with the walls, and then takes a quick look at his handy work, smiles, and breathes a sigh of relief before running out to the car without even washing up. “Let it go”, he hears his wife say in his memory, “you worry to much. It’s good enough for now.”
. . .
After taking the kids to the mall for their favorite deserts, discussing their time at grandmother’s house, and talking about how they have to be careful not to write on the new walls in the living room with crayons or pencils, the family jumps in the car and drives home to see Daddy’s work. The man, it seems as if his car is moving in slow motion. He cannot wait to show his wife.
When the family sees the living room, everyone is excited. Father feels great because his wife is gushing at the professional wirk he’s done, remarking flatteringly about his painting of the flowers. The children say ‘Wow, Daddy made a new house!’, and all just eventually fall into easy chairs and the sofa for some TV time. The man is too tired to lifting the rug to finish cleaning. After a few hours, they all go up to bed.
. . .
A few days later, the man comes into the living room after work and is shocked to see his wife on the couch with her left leg elevated, a bandage round her foot with a stain of lood on her big toe.
“Honey what…” He never finishes his sentence. Suddenly he finds himself bounding across the room to catch his six-year old son who is falling toward the corner of the reading table, tripping of the rug!
To Be Continued…














