Avoiding "-isms"

Someone asked me recently if I was a Buddhist. I'm not sure what prompted that, but the answer rolled right off my tongue. "Oh, hell no! I don't want to be a Buddhist; I want what Buddha had!" Which reminded me of this poem I wrote several years back:

Noism

Christ was not a Christian.

Buddha was no Buddhist.

You think Krishna was a Hindu?

And Socrates and Lao-Tse

Ram, Kabir and Zoroaster...

Even Moses, having seen the burning bush:

What  -ism were they into?

It’s only the body that ages;

the heart

(or soul, or whatever you call it)

remains the same

all the way through.

With this in mind, wouldn’t it be a good idea to focus on 

the tenant, rather than on the deteriorating real estate?

~ from my most recent book, "Wise Cracks"

Sometimes I need To Remind Myself...

I wrote this shortly after 9/11 when I was wondering what I would say to Osama if I ever got the chance.  Like anything genuinely profound, it's a message to myself (or yourself, if you're willing). 
I took the photo in the woods near my house--a rickety log bridge to an abandoned cabin.

Obvious, but not as easy as it sounds...

If it’s true that “you are the company you keep,” which makes a lot of sense to me, then I should carefully avoid angry, argumentative, abusive, lamenting, or depressed people. I should gravitate to conscious, kind, grateful, happy, caring people who understand the purpose of life and want to accomplish it every day. At the very least, I should seek out a hybrid of these traits, with a strong majority in the second category.

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Giving the Devil His Due

A Mexican Devil ornament on my tree

At my house, I've instituted a sort of tradition to initiate the Christmas dinner. In deference to the mix of secular and religious people at the table, I propose a toast, in lieu of the more traditional practice some might expect of "saying grace." One year, I toasted "kindness," which I prefaced by explaining that Christmas and all its peculiar peripherals are all about kindness--giving gifts, the notion of a savior, charity, taking time out from petty rivalries, executive pardons, and ceasefires during wartime. The toast is my way of expressing my feeling of gratitude, which I do by acknowledging common values without getting into any argumentative zones. So far, all parties have been satisfied.

A couple of years ago, I raised my glass to the Devil. Seeing the initial reaction of my guests (especially my Christian guests), I went on to say that without something that bedevils us, an implacable enemy who actively seeks our ruin, what need would we have--indeed what appreciation could we be expected to have--for a savior? The entire holiday, you might say, is essentially enabled and facilitated by the mythical bad guy, and we have him to thank for the celebration of Christmas. I like stretching the envelope a little.

It sounds weird, I know, unless you consider that it would be even less appropriate to link Jesus with the commercialism, the vast sum of money that changes hands, the overeating and drunkenness, the artificial friendliness, the stress, alienation and depression that year after year accompany the whole garish pagan display. Jolly good fun and all, but...Jesus? In all that?

The birth of Christ may have coincided with the winter solstice, and people may celebrate his birth around this time, but the holidays as we know them are pretty much the work of the Devil. Not that I'm complaining, you understand...

WISDOM IS THE INNATE INTELLIGENCE OF THE HUMAN HEART

We all have it in us. Our innate wisdom is the invaluable faculty that makes it possible for us to recognize another person’s words or actions as wise (or unwise). How else would we know? 

Because whatever information we receive from the outside enters and is processed by the mind, we have a tendency to think that the mind is the seat of wisdom, and to assume that those who are learned are also wise, but this is not the case.  Wisdom is not in the mind, but in the heart. Not to be confused with logic, wisdom has nothing to do with figuring things out and coming up with the right answer to questions. It's a feeling—a gratifying stillness that tells us when we know the truth, or when we've found the right answer.  This feeling (or lack of it) is how we know that what we're about to do is right (or wrong), or that something is true (or untrue). It's like a "moral compass" that's not based on a set of morals.

While being learned and being wise are not mutually exclusive by any means, they are also not automatically connected. Even the illiterate can be wise, and even the learned can be foolish. It’s a question of trusting the heart to be our guide, and placing personal experience before logic. It’s also a matter of paying attention to what happens in life, and choosing that which consistently serves us well, and fosters the accomplishment of our ultimate goal. 

Often I find that wisdom is associated with the study of philosophy, or assumed to be the natural result of aging, or worse—presumed to be of no practical value in daily affairs. None of this is accurate (or wise), and here’s why:

1.      Studying the supposed wisdom of others in no way guarantees that we will ourselves become wise (any more than reading a story about someone winning the lottery will make you rich).

2.      Age is no ticket to wisdom (there are at least as many old fools as old wise people).

3.      Nothing could be more important in our daily activities than acting wisely (think how screwed up things get when we act unwisely). 

If we hope to be at all successful in life (and I mean the real bottom line, not the financial one), we must become attuned to the inherent wisdom within us. Our wisdom, not merely someone else’s. It’s the only reliable navigational tool we have for finding our way effectively. Without connecting to our own wisdom, we have no guarantee that we’ll find what we came into this world to get—let alone keep it long enough to take it with us when we leave. A "wise person" is simply one who consistently and uncompromisingly follows the heart.

The observations in my new book, Wise Cracks, are the result of one human being’s attempt to live consciously and passionately, to require satisfactory answers, and to accept no compromise. Whether or not any of my remarks contain wisdom is of course for the reader to determine. Only that which resonates with our own experience will be of any lasting value; the rest is mere entertainment. Good entertainment, I hope, but I’m shooting higher than that.