The Truth in Plenty: Entries from My Journal, Vol. Ii / a Rolling Memoir
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Joe Wise
Joe’s music has been played and sung around the world since the mid-sixties. His retreat work spans almost 6 decades, and his travels to speak and sing blanketed most of the U.S. and Canada, along with Europe, Australia, and New Zealand. He holds two Bachelor's degrees and two Master's degrees, with studies in philosophy, education, theology, psychology, and counseling. Recently he focused on integrating therapeutic journaling into addiction treatment centers’ programs. An award-winning painter and published author, Wise is an advocate for living an examined life, while releasing your story. He lives with his wife, Maleita, near Sedona, Arizona, and presents readings of his works, a song or two, paintings, and reflections on the grand mix of life.
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The Truth in Plenty - Joe Wise
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Balboa Press rev. date: 04/07/2017
Contents
Introduction
The Swing of Things
The Gift
Suffer the Little Children
The Grayville Nap
Mug Shot
Joy in the Afternoon
Communion
No Exceptions
Reflections on the Mix
Ocular Adjustment
Street Walker
Give Us This Day
Lord, Teach Us to Pray, Lyrics
Lord, Teach Us to Pray, Song Stories
Our Father
Joni Mitchell’s Illness
The Epic of Peanut Butter and Jelly, Lyrics
The Epic of Peanut Butter and Jelly, Song Stories
BJ and MLK on the Mall
Martin and the Mall
Pumphouse, Orlando
’Becca and the Plants
The Grand Experiment
Christmas in Paris-Prequel
Christmas in Paris
The Twelve Days of Running
Giving and Receiving, ’Tis the Season
Aunt Nellie’s Wig, Lyrics, The Yarn
Aunt Nellie’s Wig, Song Stories
Eraser Day
The Pencil
Prayers…Lately
Daily Prayer for Awakeness
Prayer…More Lately
Sitting…Sometimes
Take Our Bread, Lyrics
Take Our Bread, Song Stories
The Garden
Watch With Me, Lyrics
Watch With Me, Song Stories
A Case for the Heart, Felt-Knowing, Will, and Innocence
Jack and the Young Stalk, Prodigal Son, Song Stories
The Prodigal Son, Lyrics
The Prodigal Son, Song Stories
Starting to Get It
A Man of Substance, Unsubstantiated Substantive Speculations
The Fabulous Mystery
Good Question
Depression
The Condition, State of the Union
Fear
On the Edge
Coming Back/Going Forward
The Old Man and the Sea
Transition, and Isn’t Everything?
Courage? Who’s to say?
Common Ground
Deliverance
The Take
Sounds of Senescence
Longevity’s Lament
Painful Parsing
Earnings Report
Big Nugget / Simple Secret
Nobody in Particular
P. Rex / A Grandfather’s Plea or Final Jeopardy
Skin Deep
Last Writes
My Wallet
Something Unexpectedly Found
Crack
Baskart Buddhas
Love (Is All You Need)
Christmas 1992
Grace List
Redeeming Jesus, A Brief Gospel
By Any Other Name, The Solo Bouquet
Notes
Also by Joe Wise
About the Author
Whatever was said to the rose,
to make it open,
I feel it here…in my chest.
Rumi
To John, my son, easily my best teacher.
He of the clear heart.
And to Michelle, my daughter.
She of the brave path.
December 2016
Introduction
The Truth in Plenty.
The plenty
is minutes. No time limits.
The plenty
is the wide scattershot of Grace that has found its way into every fissure and facet of my life by What, Who I sometimes call God, Spirit, or Source, and know best with no name.
The Truth
is that felt knowing of what is Real that presents itself when I am ready. And when I’m afraid. Looking, and not. Engaged, and surrendered. Simultaneous with my experience, and delayed. Mostly delayed. Many found with a pen as my shovel, digging in the gold mine, crude ore and all, of my life.
I share some of these nuggets, my findings, here in these pages, with the express intent of stimulating and re-kindling your own hunger for Truth, the Truth of Being, the Truth of Who and What we really are. Available at any moment, in any experience. In any triumph, or trauma, on any voyage, within any quiet.
My sharing. Your life. Not exactly this, but this. From another entry point. Yours.
Scattershot of Grace. Yes, including depression, and addiction. Lostness. Unsought changes. Seismic shifts. As well as the simple, the small, the continuous (what stays) and the magic of ordinary days. Including sunrise.
Truth, as many wise teachers have reminded us, is both absolute and relative. Only one Absolute Truth: I am, I amness. Relative truth: true enough
to me, for me—to look for its nexus with Absolute Truth. Absolute Truth is reality before I think about it. It is eternal and causeless. Relative truth is conditional. Human conclusions. Absolute Truth doesn’t come or go. All else does. And all else, including thoughts, words, experiences, emotions, in some way or another points us toward the Truth of Being, even if it’s by the suffering of resistance to what is, or the clarifying of what isn’t.
Emotional truth (relative) for me is the most productive vein in the mine. Emotions are the raw ore that offer me the best ongoing chance, as I take them to my soul (assayer office headquarters) for processing, of steering toward the Truth.
There is something visceral about not doing what fits for me. It hurts. Our bodies are sanity (health) sensors. I ignore the signals at my own peril. Gratefully, choice abides. And all in all, I seem teachable. Many of these pieces reflect and record that. I am reminded of the mature Jesus of Nazareth observing, The Father in me, He doeth the work.
My portion, willingness.
The Truth in Plenty. The plenty
is form. Prose, poetry, parody. Even psalms, as in songs, ones I’ve written, recorded and performed—and the stories of their birth. Along with some of the intentions I may have noticed I brought to the table with them. Some of these aimed at our young selves, some at our older selves. Some from my inner child
(and my new friend Warren Molton reminds me "at one time that is all we were) and some from my
inner adult" (whom the jury is still out on).
The Truth in Plenty.
One of the most iconic scenes in all literature, for me, is Pontius Pilate asking the handed-over wisdom-teacher from Nazareth standing in front of him, What is Truth?
It is also one of my favorite things that Jesus didn’t answer.
I believe because He knew everybody has to find That for themselves. The I-amness that is before, during and after anything I’ve experienced, thought or felt. The Beingness that all else arises in and disappears back into. The Truth isn’t true
until we uncover it, see it, know
it. Not with the mind, but with the knowing of the heart, the surrender of the ego, the stillness of the soul. The vibration of the tuning forks of Love and Joy within us. Arising without cause. Rippling out with impulses toward kindness and care. A knowing, a realization, an ongoing awakening that totally includes things none of us think of as Grace or Gift or Truth at the time. But all of us know later, when reflection is possible, is the very Grace of grace.
So……
May you find herein some echoes of your plenty’s.
And some mirroring of your truths.
Let’s begin.
9-1-15
The Swing of Things
There was that moment
in the park
when some big person
placed me in the swing.
The chains were
up to the heavens
the ground
feet below
my feet.
He pushed me
for a while
got tired and
played with
other child.
I came to rest
dangling
deprived.
* * *
I swung my legs
in boredom
a minute
maybe more
and then a rhythm
took me in
I swung my legs
some more.
I found that I was moving
no help as was before
I flew back,
high as eagles
then up, up, up,
to heaven’s door.
* * *
I love this.
7-22-15
The Gift
This has stayed with me for 50 years.
I was sitting cross-legged in the grass one morning, on the campus of Catholic University in Washington D.C. It’s pretty much a concrete campus in a concrete and asphalt city. Rock Creek Park is its glorious preserve and exception. As are these campus patches at CUA.
I don’t remember what I was doing there. Alone. Not with guitar, as I was many times throughout that school year, 1965-66. Singing and leading songs of peace. Songs of humanity. Folk
songs.
This was early
for me. I was probably missing my lush, green Kentucky. Missing some solitude in my people-crowded, class-full-scheduled, 26-year-old life.
I became aware of walking presences. Folks.
A mother, it appears, and two children. One in arms, and one trailing behind. They are not aware, it seems, of me. She keeps a pretty measured pace. Not hurried, but deliberate. I assume they are cutting across campus, as a short cut to the where
she needed to be. They do not speak. Suddenly the trailer, a boy, stops. The woman, mother, notices. And stops. Her young one looks heavy. As does her purse and changing bag.
She turns fully back toward the boy. And waits.
I am close enough to the bush the boy is squinting at, that I eventually hear—a cricket. Singing away. Now that I’ve noticed, he’s quite loud.
We are all frozen, suspended, present. At some point in earth time the cricket hits his final note for this song. The boy turns and runs toward his mother. And they proceed. As before.
I am moved. By the simple magnitude of each gift. The gift the boy gave the cricket in his attention. The gift the mother gave the boy. The gift the cricket gave us all. He, who had the only speaking part.
The one that really got me was the gift the mother gave the boy. It would have been so expected and sadly natural
for her to say, C’mon Charlie, we’re late for the bus.
She did not. She said nothing. And she said everything.
* * *
I have many times wondered where that boy is, that man is, and what he is doing. And more especially how he is doing what he is doing. He who had his mother turn and wait. And wait. And wait. While he experienced, maybe for the first time, the sound of a cricket, in the bush.
7-8-16
Suffer the Little Children
Reading Between the Lines
Unless you become
Beginner’s mind
As a little child
Beginner’s heart
You shall not enter
The Queendom
The Kingdom of God
Which is
Within you.
7-23-14
The Grayville Nap
Out beyond all ideas of wrong-doing
and right-doing
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down
in that grass
the world is too full
to talk about.
Ideas, language,
even the phrase each other,
doesn’t make any sense.
Rumi
The Grayville nap.
It has become the standard for all others. Shy of Demerol in a hospital procedure, which is assistance in the extreme, there is no rival for such complete surrender to rest, in my life. Of course I have to omit the most powerful contenders, those from my babyhood and early childhood, before anything was up to me.
Before responsibility
(even if not yet in my vocabulary) became a player in my life. I am also not including end-of-the-day sleep. Circadian-rhythm sleep. This is a big assist and lessens considerably the trust needed to capitulate my conscious consciousness to out-of-my-control forces.
In my incarnations as animals (I’m assuming we’ve all had them) at least, as say, a tuned-in owner’s golden retriever, I had all the practice I needed at even spontaneous napping (non-narcoleptic of course) as well as the glorious planned ones. But maybe we evolve the other way, and that’s in front of me. In even more surrender.
David Steindal-Rast, a Benedictine monk, noted, for among other things, his work on the interaction between spirituality and science, speaking at an event I was also invited to, asked us, "Do you take the nap, or does the nap take you?"
The most it’s ever taken me, was on a day of severe weather at the edge of Illinois, in a town I knew not of. Grayville. Here, the universe hosted a conspiracy of events that led to my unlikely capture and ultimate conditionless surrender. I had been running long, and wild. At home. At work, which was mostly away, and sometimes way away, from home. In my mind, as a writer. In my body as a singer. And speaker.
I had this window. Scheduled as soon as I got word she
would be close. She
is my daughter, Michelle. And close
is closer than Denver, where she is the costumer for the Cleo Parker Robinson Dance Troupe. In this case close
was Kansas City, where they were booked for a week. An easy day’s road-trip for us, Maleita, her mother, and me.
We pulled out of Louisville, our home, on a clear, crisp winter’s morning. Juiced on being away,
seeing Michelle, experiencing the troupe. And all at our own pace. In our own vehicle. With space (days) on either side of the meet. This is pretty much 100% more control than I have on all my other trips. Those serviced by, and dictated by airlines and shuttles and taxis and such. Usually about a hundred thousand miles worth a year. So my inner traveler was having a big time holiday. With my favorite travel buddy, and wife.
We took our sweet time. And our Sweet Baby James, and sang our way through the tip of Indiana. And a magical thing happened. In the middle of the title tune, just as we all (J.T. [James Taylor], Maleita, and I) were singing, the first of December was covered with snow…
and the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting…
this crystalline, flakey, white white snow-show appeared for us. Seemingly out of the audio play-ground, dream-ground we were already in. Like a sound track. Zhivago-esque. Flocking the trees. Shaping the bushes. Ignoring our road. Some days are just… you know…
We’re only two more songs in, and the whole scene clicks into fast-forward. Flakes seem bigger. They are no longer falling.