White Water

photo by James.

In the heat of summer, I like to walk early in the morning, I consciously give myself  over to life—to the tall green trees, the soft, humid air, the flowers, the lake, and–this morning–two deer who stood watching me watch them, in no hurry to bound away. ants.  The spiritual teacher Gurdjieff  emphasized the importance of observation, including self-observation. His foremost pupil, Madame de Salzmann, whom I experienced, also emphasized this, teaching us that “seeing is not an idea.”

She taught that self-observation “is one complete act, an experience that can take place only if there is no separation between what sees and what is seen….”  When we are really seeing, a special feeling can arise, she taught, “I begin to love what I see. No longer separate, I am in contact with it, intensely, completely.  I know…. I wake up to what I am and touch the source of true love, a quality of being.”

It doesn’t matter what we see. It matters that we are present. I once interviewed a Taoist master who remembered being taken to meet Madame de Salzmann.  I asked him his first impression. He said she reminded him of white water rafting.  The churning white water is at the edges, he told me. The fastest water is in the center and it looks as smooth as glass.  It looks completely still. Yet, if you put a raft down there, it shoots off like a rocket because the water is so fast. That is the quality that Madame de Salzmann had, the Taoist master told me.  She was very still, yet very quick.  She took in everything.

Real seeing can be like this, like being in a fast steam, no time to formulate names and judgements.  No thinking. When the mind becomes quiet we can also become very, very fast.

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  1. Chris Avatar
    Chris

    Tracy,
    If there is no self, then solitude is always an illusion. When I realized that I found it comforting, although there are very few comforts in Zen. As we know.
    _/|_

    1. Tracy Avatar
      Tracy

      I find this a comfort also, Chris. May we all be on intimate terms with life and free from loneliness and longing. Peace.

      1. Chris Avatar
        Chris

        Thanks again, Tracy.
        Can I ask you, and anyone who reads these words, for something? Our dear teacher at Empty Hand Zen Center in New Rochelle, Susan Ji-on Postal, needed some emergency surgery last week and is undergoing a difficult recovery and physical therapy at a local rehabilitation center. Because of the risk of infection she cannot have visitors. If you could send her a card it would lift her spirits.

        Susan Postal
        c/o United Hebrew Geriatrics Center
        391 Pelham Road
        New Rochelle, NY 10805

        You can read a little bit about Susan at
        http://www.emptyhandzen.org/leadership/

        and a wonderful interview at
        http://sweepingzen.com/susan-ji-on-postal-interview

        We treasure every step she takes, and hope to see her again soon.
        _/|_ Chris

      2. Tracy Avatar
        Tracy

        Hi Chris, Of course. May your beloved teacher recover swiftly. May everyone at the Empty Hand Zendo be happy and at peace. Bowing, T

      3. Nick_A Avatar
        Nick_A

        Hi Chris

        I met Susan twice a while ago I believe at Wainwright House in Rye. I work sometimes as a Musician in United Hebrew so know where it is. Hopefully she will be released before my next show. I will definitely offer positive thoughts and send a get well card.

      4. Chris Avatar
        Chris

        Nick,
        I’d be very grateful for that.
        Best,
        Chris

  2. Nick_A Avatar
    Nick_A

    Hi Tracy

    I’ve acquired an interest in René Daumal. He studied with Jeanne de Salzmann and a very close with Simone Weil. what could be better?

    I was reading his letter to Jeanne de Salzmann

    http://www.gurdjieff.org/

    Now I read your entry and it raises questions. He wrote:

    I also see the distance already covered when I compare the meaning of the word “being” some time ago and today. Some time ago, “being” meant “to delight in oneself”: having reached a certain state, to stop to enjoy it and admire oneself (and from there, what a fall!) Now, “being” means rather to fulfill consciously one’s place and function, and that is why I know that I am not; but I know this only when I say “I am.”

    ) Concerning my “concentration of thought”—here, too, if there is a change, it’s in the direction of a struggle that is larger, sharper, more frequent; but if the enemy appears to me stronger and more numerous, it may well be a sign that I have a little more force myself. The fact is that during the exercises, or when I reflect, my thought is now cleanly split in two: in those moments the active part no longer blends with the mechanical part; and the latter I sometimes feel to be quite submissive, no longer bothering me with its associations. But here again, the issue is to make it last longer. As soon as the effort is let go, the flow of associations seems to me much worse than before.

    What is developing in these days is the taste and need for struggle. An answer of Mr. Gurdjieff’s about the need to go against the body in everything it likes or does not like has recently shown me this more clearly. It’s certain that in my case I can’t apply this rule to the letter (unfortunately, because in times past when I believed I could, it gave me a great deal). But if, under the word “body,” I also include everything that is most mechanical in my functions, an entire field of work opens up. With my intellectual mechanism, in particular, I can apply the rule of thwarting it in everything, of opposing myself to its tics, its manias, its clichés, etc.—in a word, its laziness. It goes without saying that this makes my work as a writer more difficult, but much more interesting and inwardly fruitful.

    I know in these times where thinking is frowned upon I know I have to learn to think as he apparently did and I know Simone did.

    He speaks of the need for “struggle” and you wrote of the need to let go. Can this be reconciled?

    He speaks of being not as delight or consolation but rather the inclination and ability to “fulfill consciously one’s place and function,”

    I hope you realize that it will be your fault if I stay up tonight enjoying an extra scotch and pondering these apparent contradictions.

    Ah but wait. You are saved. I just remembered another Simone Weil observation. She wrote.

    “When a contradiction is impossible to resolve except by a lie, then we know that it is really a door.”

    Maybe there is something to be gained here through impartial pondering more than just good scotch.

    1. Tracy Avatar
      Tracy

      Hi Nick, I hope you enjoyed your Scotch and reflection. I think it is a very fruitful contradiction. It arises every time I sit. The mind is unruly, like a puppy straining at the leash. There is a struggle to tug it away from its mechanical meanderings, back to the present moment. This can feel like punishment, like being a child told to go sit in the corner, like a forced submission to a greater will. This returning to the present can feel bleak and boring compared to the fun world of thought. Until it doesn’t. Until those moments when we arrive fully, body, heart, and mind. Until we let go more completely and emerge (for a moment) into a greater awareness, a greater wholeness. This is a comfort…what has been experienced as a struggle is experienced as a refuge and consolation. Cheers!

      1. Nick_A Avatar
        Nick_A

        This invites the question of what is being consoled. I’ve always associated consolation with self justifiction.

        I come back to the question of aim. Is my aim self justification or the experience of my nothingness? If it is my nothingness, then it seems that consolation would be a hindrance.

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