My dear brother and sister Buddhists
May the memory of the Lord Buddha (Siddartha Gautama) be blessed!
I am wondering what you think of the words of Catholic mystics such as Angelus Silesius and Saint John of the Cross. Do you perceive any ‘overlaps’ with Buddhist insights?
First of all I am curious as to what you think of the modern Catholic theologian Dom Cyrprian Smith of the Benedictine Order, commenting on the thought of Meister Eckhart (a famous Catholic mystic who first used the term “Ground”), when he wrote:
“…I am not who I think I am, and ‘You’ are not who you think ‘You’ are. What we call ‘I’ and ‘You’ is indeed a projection, and if we go far enough in withdrawing the projections and in piercing the veils, we shall reach a point at which there is no longer any ‘I’ or ‘You’. We shall reach a point at which we realize that our true self has nothing to do with ‘function’…a lawyer, a chimney-sweep, a doctor, a dustman, a priest…These are only functions, things we do; they are not us…These roles and functions are real projections…they give us a sense of security, a sense of identity and belonging. They prevent us from glimpsing the awful void and emptiness within ourselves: they make us feel solid, needed, valued and permanent…But it is not only our external, social personalities that are a tissue of projections and illusions. The same is true of much of our inner, private world, which we may well be tempted to regard as our ‘self’…We are not our social functions or roles; but neither are we our private thoughts or emotions…If we watch our emotions and thoughts long enough, we may eventually become aware of something which is not not these emotions or thoughts…There is something within me which is at all times perfectly detached, tranquil and serene. It is never excited about anything, never downcast or depressed by anything. It is like a deep, perhaps, bottomless lake; my various thoughts and emotions are like ripples or waves upon the surface. But below the surface, in the depths, there are no ripples; everything is still…We are a different ‘self’ depending on the moods or activities of the moment…There is nothing to give any unity or continiuity to my identity…I am not one self but a sequence of different or even conflicting selves…We are not real, unified ‘selves’, we are not capable of true action, until we learn to enter the Ground…It transcends place and time. Anyone who enters the Ground no longer cares about the past or the future: he is aware only of the present moment, and the present moment is shot through with Divine Light, because it is in the present, and in the present alone, that the world of time touches the world of eternity. Standing within this impregnable citadel, we are troubled neither by the thought of our past experiences nor of possible troubles and preoccupations still to come…”
- Cyrprian Smith OSB, Catholic theologian and mystic
The transcedent, immeasurable Ground beyond time and place is a staple element of Catholic mysticism. It is, essentially, the Image of God within us - infinite, inexpressible and divine just as God is, although not identical with him in Essence (we aren’t pantheists).
Is there anything similar to the “Ground” in Buddhism?
Here are two mystics experiences of the “Ground” also known as “the Desert” or the “Abyss”:
"…Do not compute eternity
as light-year after year
One step across that line called Time:
Eternity is here
How fleeting is this world
yet it survives.
It is ourselves that fade from it
and our ephemeral lives.
Were I to lose myself in the God
I’d find again the Ground
that held and nurtured me
before this earthly round
I have known wealth and fame
poverty and utter shame
Yet all was transitory
Beyond time I found bliss and glory
Timelessness
Is so much a part of you, of me -
We cannot hope to find
the Ground
until aware of our eternity
Time is of your own making,
its clock ticks in your head.
The moment you stop thought
time too stops dead.
Just one step out of time
I enter God’s eternity
and I am wholly freed
from human transciency
Until you lose your Me
you cannot see God’s face -
The moment you recover it
you fall from grace
How short our span!
If you once realized how brief,
you would refrain
from causing any beast or man
the smallest grief, the slightest pain.
I am God’s alter ego
He is my counterpart
In timelessness we merge -
in time we seem apart
Most sacred:
The Void’s immobility
that makes all move,
retaining its tranquility.
He has not lived in vain
who learns to be unruffled
by loss, by gain,
by, joy, by pain.
You are not real, Death,
for I die every minute
and am reborn in the next
into life infinite
The sage does not fear death.
To often has he died
to ego and its vanities,
to all that keeps man tied.
At the end of that
which we call history
God is who IS:
for Him there is no past
nor future yet to be
Where is my dewelling place? Where I can never stand.
Where is my final goal, toward which I should ascend?
It is beyond all place. What should my quest then be?
I must, transcending God, into the desert flee…"
- Angelus Silesius (1624 – 1677), Catholic mystic
"…I entered where there is no knowing,
and unknowing I remained,
all knowledge there transcending.
Where no knowing is I entered,
yet when I my own self saw there
without knowing where I rested
great things I understood there,
yet cannot say what I felt there,
since I rested in unknowing,
all knowledge there transcending.
Of peace and of holy good
there was perfect knowing,
in profoundest solitude
the only true way seeing,
yet so secret is the thing
that I was left here stammering,
all knowledge there transcending.
I was left there so absorbed,
so entranced, and so removed,
that my senses were abroad,
robbed of all sensation proved,
and my spirit then was moved
with an unknown knowing,
all knowledge there transcending.
He who reaches there in truth
from himself is parted though,
and all that before he knew
seems to him but base below,
his knowledge increases so
that knowledge has an ending,
all knowledge there transcending.
The higher he climbs however
the less he’ll ever understand,
because the cloud grows darker
that lit the night on every hand:
whoever visits this dark land
rests forever in unknowing,
all knowledge there transcending.
This knowledge of unknowing
is of so profound a power
that no wise men arguing
will ever supersede its hour:
their wisdom cannot reach the tower
where knowing has an ending,
all knowledge there transcending.
It is of such true excellence
this highest understanding,
no science, no human sense,
has it in its grasping,
yet he who, by self-conquering
grasps knowing in unknowing,
goes evermore transcending
And in the deepest sense,
this highest knowledge lies,
of the divine essence,
if you would be wise:
his mercy so it does comprise,
each one leaving in unknowing,
all knowledge there transcending.
Its source I do not know because it has none.
And yet from this, I know, all sources come,
Although by night.
I know that no created thing could be so fair
And that both earth and heaven drink from there,
Although by night.
Its radiance is never clouded and in this
I know that all light has its genesis,
Although by night.
…
The current welling from this fountain’s source
I know to be as mighty as its force,
Although by night…"
***- Saint John of the Cross (1542 – 1591),
Verses on the Ecstasy of Deep Contemplation,
Catholic mystic and Doctor of the Church ***