“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.

I am sending love your way,

in your direction.

If you’re still,

and if you listen for it,

you just might find it,

feel it,

touching up against you,

and then through,

into your quiet center.

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.

Love is every where,

every time.

We lose it,

forget to feel it because we never slow down enough to

breathe it in.

We are co-creators of love, 

with Love.

It arises from within,

a miraculous potential,

a manifesting power,

when we remember.

Can a person simply attract love? Or is it already there, waiting for us to open ourselves to it, like flowers to the sun?

Stop and pay attention.

No.

Really.

Slow it down.

Way down…

Slow enough to see and feel and hear the vibration.

In that love-space, perhaps a creative agency emerges.

We become artists of love, sending forth our own particular yearnings, awaiting their return in alternate forms.

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.

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?

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.

“A state of absolute passivity dynamically interpreted, if such is possible, is the basis of the Zen experience.” D. T. Suzuki

Passivity gets a bad rap in our action culture.  It is perceived as weak, impotent, undesirable.

And yet, here the Zen master points to it as the foundation for a radical shift of consciousness,

the gateway to a kind of power unknown to action figures.

In the passive state, the Energy in which we live and move and have our being is awakened into a seamlessbeautifulhappening,

a dance of love

as our lives live themselves without the slightest effort.

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.