James P. Carse: Breakfast at the Victory

The mysticism of ordinary experience

James P. Carse


Here are the chapter headings and introductory quotations to give you a feel for the contents of this book. The presentation style is thoughtful and filled with subtleties. I have spent many hours pondering what this man has to say about the genius of each of us and the need for silence in which each of us can hear and be heard.

Breakfast at the Victory
In one of the great court banquets, everyone was seated according to rank, waiting for the entry of the King. In came a plain, shabby man and took a seat above everyone else. His boldness angered the prime minister who ordered the newcomer to identify himself. Was he a minister? No. More. Was he the King? No. More. "Are you then God?" asked the prime minister. "I am above that also," replied the poor man. "There is nothing beyond God," retorted the prime minister. "That nothing," came the response, "is me."
A Sufi parable

A Philosopher Needs a Cat
Abu Yazid made his periodic journey to purchase supplies at the bazaar in the city of Hamadhan -- a distance of severl hundred miles. When he returned home, he discovered a colony of ants in the cardamon seeds. He carefully packed up the seeds again and walked back across the desert to the merchant from whom he ahd bought them. His intent was not to exchange the seeds but to return the ants to their home.
A Sufi legend

An Eye for Killing Buddhas
One morning the teacher announced to his disciples that they would walk to the top of the mountain. The disciples were surprised because even those who had been with him for years thought the teacher was oblivious to the mountain whose crest looked serenely down on their town.
By midday it became apparent that the teacher had lost direction. Moreover, no provision had been made for food. There was increasing grumbling but he continued walking, sometimes through underbrush and sometimes across faces of crumbling rock.
When they reached the summit in the late afternoon, they found other wanderers already there who had strolled up a well-worn path. The disciples complained to the teacher.
He said only, "Those others have climbed a different mountain."

A Higher Ignorance
I will teach you the best way to say Torah: not sensing yourself at all, only as an ear listening to how the world of speech speaks through you. You are not yourself the speaker. As soon as you begin to hear your own words, you should stop.
Dov Baer, the Maggid of Metztrich

The Way the Soul Sees
As soon as I attained to His Unity I became a bird with a body of Oneness and wings of Everlastingness, and I continued flying in the air of Quality for ten years, until I reached an atmosphere a million times as large, and I flew on, until I found myself in the field of Eternity and I saw there the Tree of Oneness ... and I looked, and I knew that all this was a cheat.
Abu Yazid Bistami, known as Bayazid

A Deeper Dreamer
Then even nothingness was not, nor existence.
There was no air then, nor the heavens beyond it.
What covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping?
Was there then cosmic water, in depths unfathomed?
Then there was neither death nor immortality,
nor was there then the touch of night and day.
The One breathed windlessly and self-sustaining.
There was that One then, and there was no other.
In the beginning desire descended upon it --
that was the primal seed, born of the mind.
The sages who have searched their hearts with wisdom
know that which is kin to that which is not.
But, after all, who knows, and who can say
whence it all came, and how creation happened?
The gods themselves are later than creation,
so who knows truely whence it has arisen?
Whence all creating had its origin,
he, whether he fashioned it or whether he did not,
he who surveys it all from highest heaven,
he knows -- or maybe even he does not know.
Rig Veda, X:129

Vision in a Deathwrap
There is no life in thee, now, except that rocking life imparted by a gentle rolling sip; by here, borrowed from the sea; by the sea, from the inscrutable tides of God. But while this sleep, this dreamis on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hould at all; and your identity comes back in horror. OVer Descartian bortices you hover. And perhaps, at mid-day, in the fairest of weather, with one half-throttled shriek you drop through that transparent air into the summer sea, no more to rise for ever. Heed it well, ye Pantheists!
Herman Melville, on riding the crow's nest of a whaling ship

How Far We Are from God
For thirty years I sought God. But when I looked carefully, I saw that in reality God was the Seeker and I was the sought.
An anonymous Sufi

Like a Random Bear
By God, I detest poetry. In my eyes there is nothing worse.
Sufi poet Jalal Al-Din Rumi

A Shared Silence
I've heard it said there's a window that opens from one mind to another, but if there's no wall, there's no need for fitting a window, or the latch.
Jalal Al-Din Rumi

Losing the Way Is the Way
A lover came to the dwelling of the Beloved and asked to be admitted.
"Who is there?" the Beloved asked.
"I am here," the lover answered.
The Beloved refused to admit the lover. After wandering in grief and longing for years, the lover returned to the Beloved and begged to be admitted.
"Who is there?"
"You alone are there," the lover responded.
The door opened.
A Sufi story

Shadows in the Eye of God
It is related that David was in the sanctuary. An ant passed in front of him. He lifted his hand with the intention of throwing the ant away from the place of prostration.
"O David," the ant protested, "what wantonness is this that you intend to inflict upon me? It is scarely your task to lay hands upon me in God's own house!"
David was grief-stricken and said: "O God, how should I deal with Your creatures?" A voice was heard: "Make it your habit to act out of fear of God so that none has to suffer on your account! Do not locate the true source of creatures in their bodies! Look rather at the mystery of their creation! If We were to order an ant to come out of its black robe, so many indications of divine unity would radiate from its breast that the monotheists of the whole world would be put to shame."
Sharafuddin Maneri



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