“Fogwaves surge updown

Sunlight and mountainsnow vie

Which wins? Motion does”

I enjoy Haikus and I write one almost every day.  Their form and function, though they are of Japanese origin, reflect the simplicity of Taoist observation as we  move through our lives, in all of its moments, on a mundane basis.  In fact, at their very roots, before so many different schools of Buddhism and Taoism emerged, Zen and Tao were very much at one with each other in philosophy and practice.  I highly recommend the book, The Tao of Zen, by Ray Grigg, who gives an historical account of the very close relationships between pure Zen and pure Tao before they became indoctrinated into all sorts of cultural ritual permutations.

I wrote this Haiku at sunset after a day and a morning of heavy snow breaking into a clear sky afternoon and, eventually, a stunning sunset inside of which I found myself struck in silence by the ethereal movement of fog rhythmically descending and ascending a mountain slope as the thermals changed and ebbed and flowed.  Their intimate, dancing dynamic was reflected in the oceanic movements of the fog.

In that light was the Tao originally written . . . from the observations of the movement of the whole of nature, which surrounded the experience of a human being within the vast embrace of the feminine and masculine principles, the former the original guiding force.  As all true Taoist students know, the quote, “Honor the yang, but stick to the yin,” is true.

The quote means this:  to know and use the driving spark of force of the yang to allow the physical manifestation of what the yin desires to give birth to.  Give birth from the yin feminine dynamic and return to her wisdom after the spark has been ignited and given it’s form.  The yin guides, the yang manifests that guidance and knows when to withdraw itself humbly in the face of her divine wisdom.

I know, I am speaking the exact opposite of what the Western brain has invented.  For some reason, that brain decided the yang should conceive and birth all ideas and the yin should stand as a passive audience to his mental, left-brained “stuff,” offering herself as fodder for the fomentation of deeply disturbed and out-of-balance male mentalities.

This philosophy, so ingrained in Western thought for millennia, is, indeed, diseased and dysfunctional and, in case anyone has not noticed, is about to lead us off the edge of a cliff humanity may not survive.

This is a situation in which the yang principle has become not the spark for movement, but, rather, an overbearing entity which has grown so large and incessant in its desire for “power over” that it will, in the end, override and extinguish the last vestiges of the nurturing, rational, forward-thinking, preservational wisdom of the feminine yin.  To its own destruction.  That idea is crazy.

We are already over that brink.  If we have any hope at all as a species, it must be found in the ability of true, adult males (who are representatives of the yang form) to withdraw, recede and stand in humbleness before the wisdom of the females.  Only the latter can lead us into a world where the good of the whole, the good of our progeny, the long-sightedness of preservation of humanity can unfold.

Her voice and nature have, for too long under the authority of the Western male brain, been stifled, suffocated, demeaned and derided.  Those activities will mean the death of us all if males do not acquiesce, retreat, surrender and allow her to rise to her true place as the equal of all men.  What true men need to do is stop their incessant ego-chattering and listen to her guidance and wisdom.  And then follow it.

The Western world is all about “dominance over” others.  This is the wrong way and few will understand what I am trying to say.  I am NOT saying females should now have “dominance over” males.

True power is “power with” each other.  It is for a common goal and finding our right places in that common goal.  For me, it is about creating a life worth living for our sons and daughters, our granddaughters and grandsons, who will follow us for generations.  In that goal, I stand and hold hands with every man and woman who wishes the same.

We owe them more than we have had.  If we do not change, now, here, today, in our philosophy, they will, indeed, bear the brunt of our hubris, condemned to repay it through no fault of their own.

It’s not about US, anymore.  It is about Them.  In my mind, our value on earth as we reflect on our death beds  is all about what we did for them in our time here.  It is not about what we got and enjoyed.

It’s about who comes after us – and the measure and value of our love and worth will come from what we did to make their lives better into the future.  That is humbleness and humility.  That is responsibility and maturity.

Therein lies the rub:  it is humbleness, humility and the desire to make the world better for our progeny in which movement and flow can be found.

In the same way that the fog lifts and descends upon the mountains we see on our horizon, let us gather together so that those same horizons and dreams can be met by those we leave behind.