October 6, 2009 at 4:46 pm (Life)
Tags: Hopelessness, Rumi
“The way of Moses is all hopelessness and need and it is the only way to God. From when you were an infant, has hopelessness ever failed you?” (Rumi)
It seems a divine vision, or reconciliation, is found in the abandonment of hopes, the ones rooted in ideas one has about oneself.
Are we ever where we imagined we would be?
Faith is knowing, trusting, that things are what they are for a purpose greater than our current imaginings.
April 9, 2009 at 10:04 am (Life)
Tags: oneness, relaxation
Come into the oneness.
We are,
each one of us,
invited to relax a little.
The hard separation that habitually governs us
is sent on vacation for a while
so that our souls
may find rest
in who we truly are.
This inner angst,
this division of our very selves into several parts,
diminishes us
and leaves us gasping
for air.
Come in.
Sit down.
Breathe love.
February 25, 2009 at 9:18 am (Life, Spirituality)
Tags: Suzuki, Zen
When one ceases trying to be extraordinary, a quiet freedom descends.
One can even be dull,
and with relish.
Savor it.
Dull.
DULL.
Life comes to us ‘as is’, like a used car that might break down at any moment,
or travel for miles without hindrance.
To enter into the ordinary is to breathe Zen.
As Suzuki points out, “Wherever there is life-activity, there is Zen.”
Life-activity is organically unfolding,
even when nothing is happening.
February 24, 2009 at 11:27 am (Life)
Tags: Love, sadness
A resonance breathes between
sadness and love.
It mingles
and crosses over.
The heart and mind melt into God and
only a poet could ever hope to put this in words.
It’s lovely and naked and how
can anyone be any more vulnerable than this?
February 3, 2009 at 8:45 am (Life, Spirituality)
We visit many sound booths each day.
Some reverberate with silence,
others pound noise,
or passing whatevers.
People spout opinions (sometimes it’s me!).
My own mental noise wanders on and on.
The sound of a boss, a friend, a lover, a parent:
perhaps they want something.
In each booth, a frequency holder listens, merely, to the passing energies, to oneself, as they thread themselves through the fabric of being.
In listening, without thought, no judgment abides, and freedom is offerred, like a gift.
January 12, 2009 at 12:53 pm (Life)
Tags: identity
Love elevates.
It reminds us of who we really are, rather than who we have believed ourelves to be.
All this time.
Small. Petty. Comparative. Competitive. Ambitious.
To be kind, genuine, real
Demands a fearlessness
The kind that liberates and comes upon us naturally,
With ease.
It begets joy
And a yet wider circle of freedom.
Love elevates us to full-statured living.
January 8, 2009 at 12:32 pm (Life)
Tags: Journey, Life
There are many in this world who are given over to life to such a complete extent that they live it fully, in the crazy, vigorous, zesty engagement of family, career, home, and general grist of living.
I am sometimes envious of such ones because others of us appear to be here as visitors, as though from some other planet, plane, or dimension. If there are parallel universes, perhaps we have been slipped into the wrong one.
We have been sent here for other reasons, yet are often confused by our own yearning to be part of the fray of humanity.
And yet, somethint more ethereal is also transpiring, yet to be discovered and realized.
January 5, 2009 at 1:52 pm (Life)
Tags: Journey, Joy, Life
We live our lives thinking that we are in control, masters of our destinies.
Our bodies, however,
do what they do,
irrespective of our conceived appointments with dream fulfillment.
Whatever we need,
that appears.
We may not like what we need.
Tonight, I heard stories from a man who lived through five concentration camps in Nazi Germany.
The light of joy was in his eyes.
October 13, 2008 at 9:28 am (Life, Spirituality)
Sometimes stillness is enough.
Life stops making sense and the temptation to drink bitterness, resistance and opposition seems justified, righteous.
What’s the point? Who does it serve?
No one.
No
One.
The Presence has appeared in this fray, this messy mix-up to remind us that we are love.
We are.
Sink into it.
Let resistance dissolve into a muddy, smooth, lovely glue that holds joyous connection as its reason for being.
August 26, 2008 at 3:47 pm (Life, Spirituality, Work)
Tags: Gump, zazen
I’ve come to a rather sobering realization lately: considering my skills, talents and abilities, I am fortunate to be employed at all.
Really.
I have no marketable skills. Perhaps even more disturbing, I lack any interest or motivation in developing my skillset. How is it that I have managed to avoid being fired all these years?
I am good at one thing: sitting like an idiot. I am sure that Forest Gump and I are twin brothers separated at birth.
Of course, Forest Gump is an enlightened master, so maybe there is hope for me afterall.
