Year after year of lessons on the Romantics, in particular those of the first generation, a question has gradually taken shape in my mind : “but were these Coleridge and Wordsworth a kind of Buddhists?” I know, it’s hazardous and I have to confess that my knowledge of Buddhism is actually basic: I’ve read Thomas […]
Love it, as a Buddhist with a Bachelor’s in English! One of the most important lessons the Buddha teaches is that time only exists in the NOW, and that the future and the past are only constructions of the present. Time is a facade made by finite beings to deal with the infinite.
One of my favorite elements of Romantic literature is the concept of the Sublime: an almost indescribable sense of both pleasure and pain, a peep over the edge. One can experience this during gongyo or other forms of meditation. In focusing deeply on the Gohonzon, I sometimes feel that sense of being ‘mirrored’ within the Universe, as if I have expanded into the very seams of existence. It is a truly awe-inspiring and humbling sensation. Having experienced it for oneself, reading the works of the Romantics becomes even more meaningful and powerful, recognizing in their words that sense of a brush with the divine.