1
DharmaClippings
Zen without bells and whistles.
curely by. Whatever has its being coming- only as long as there are human beings
to-presence2 around the Fieldpath it gath- who, born in its air, are able to hear it.
ers, and to each who walks on it, it bears They are hearers of their Origin, but not
what is his. The same elds and meadow servants of machination. Man in vain at-
slopes follow the Fieldpath each season tempts to bring the globe in order through
with a constantly changing nearness. his plans whenever he is not in harmony
Whether the mountains of the Alps above with the message of the Fieldpath. The
the forest sink away into the evening danger threatens that men of today remain
twilight, whether there where the Fieldpath hard of hearing to its language. They have
swings itself over a hilly ridge a lark as- ears only for the noise of the media, which
cends in the summer morning, whether the they take to be almost the voice of God.
wind from the East roars across from the So man becomes fragmented and pathless.
region where Mothers native village lies, To the fragmented the Simple seems mo-
whether a woodcutter lugs his faggot to the notonous. The monotonous becomes wea-
hearth at nightfall, whether a harvesting risome. Those who are weary nd only
wagon plods homeward in the furrows of uniformity. The Simple has ed. Its quiet
the Fieldpath, whether children pluck the power is exhausted.
rst cowslips on the edge of the meadow,
Indeed, the number of those who still rec-
whether day after day the mist casts its
ognize the Simple as their acquired pos-
gloom and burden over the elds, always
session is quickly diminishing. But the few
and from everywhere there is around the
will everywhere be the abiding. From the
Fieldpath the message of the Same.
gentle might of the Fieldpath they will some
The Simple preserves the riddle of the day be able to outlast the gigantic power
abiding and the great. Spontaneously it of atomic energy, which human calculation
takes abode in men, yet needs a long time has artifacted for itself and made into a
for growth. In the unpretentiousness of fetter of its own doing.
the Ever-Same it conceals its blessing. The
The message of the Field path awakens a
expanse of all grown things which dwell
spirit which loves the open air and, at a
around the Fieldpath bestows the world. It
favourable place, leaps over even heavi-
is only in the unspoken of their language
ness into an ultimate serenity. This protects
that, as the old master of letter and life,
against the nuisance of mere toil , which
Eckhart, says, God is God.
promotes only futility when pursued for
But the message of the Fieldpath speaks itself.
2
DharmaClippings
Zen without bells and whistles.
In the seasonally changing air of the Field- wars. The Simple has become yet simpler.
path the knowing serenity, whose expres- The Ever-Same appears strange and releas-
sion often seems melancholy, thrives. This es. The message of the Fieldpath is now
serene knowing is a Kuinzige. Nobody quite clear. Is the soul speaking ? Is the
gains it, who does not have it. Those who world speaking ? Is God speaking ?
have it, have it from the Fieldpath. On its
Everything speaks the renunciation unto the
trail the storm of winter and the day of
Same. The renunciation does not take. The
harvest encounter each other, the agile
renunciation gives. It gives the inexhaust-
thrill of springtime and the calm demise of
ible power of the Simple. The message
fall meet each other, the play of youth and
makes us feel at home in a long Origin.
the wisdom of the aged behold each other.
But in one single harmony, whose echo the 1. Wesen: essence, being, n a t u r e .
Fieldpath carries with it silently to and fro, Related to Anwesen, it also m e a n s
everything is made serene. coming to presence.