iconic discernment & our conflicts with meaning

icons & meaning

In all ten directions of the universe,

there is only one truth.

When we see clearly, the great teachings are the same.

What can ever be lost? What can be attained?

If we attain something, it was there from the beginning of time.

If we lose something, it is hiding somewhere near us….

…..Ryokan

what does it mean to be disconnected from the soul? how can it be a question which clearly connects to all spiritual faiths?

truth is not afraid of questions…

I see the iconic image as paradoxical….consolidating cultures..yet also an archetype of courage which then can leave us hanging, because we do not have the tools to transcend the pitfalls of self-development, spiritual growth, & fledgling faith….

it seems our sacred task is to integrate an alchemy of growth on many levels…….our individual selves…our traditons…our stories…

to draw out our wisdom…

deeper clarity as principle or passion?

it is undeniable…the authenticity of an iconic image….

veiled, bowed, ritualistic & stuporous in prayer….

regardless of the profound emotions created….

spiritual transformation or mythologizing?

 If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.

….Jesus Christ, The Gospel of Thomas…

wings & the visceral calm of seeking

calling the fairies.....

nature love & the visceral calm

of a nuanced moment…

plaintive cries of the hero’s journey. I’ve been watching a heron for endless time. she’s seeking too……it’s as if she draws with her feet…simple, clean lines…contemplative. I try to mimic her, but I’m clumsy & not in the moment. she knows. she knows, but she doesn’t mind…it’s as if she’s teaching me. the light shifts, streaming. the sweet smell of grass shifts my journey into a moment of sensual grace. a reverie. I can feel the mist off the water. a calling to notice. simply notice. the heron notices the new scents….fairies peeking ’round corners. she is kissing the clouds & beckoning the silly fairies into the sun’s warmth. her mesmerized stance may be the most beauteous image I have ever felt. there they were…and gone…a wing, a flutter, a whisper, a remembrance. that contentment of suchness as is…& I hear the singing in my head of gifts & gratitude. a gentle opening of the heart. the heron, the fairies, me, the green, the only day there is, today. we simply breathe… together, one.

can you sense the wind shift?

…..In Blue……

But fairies haven’t fled, my dear…

They’ve been here all the while.

….Becky Kelly….

deep winter cold….stark clarity & bare feet

anticipating spring

I’m thinking wistfully about warmer weather,

endless days of sunshine, easy living….

t-shirts & bare feet…..

the bigger & more interesting connection of seasons changing is brought out in this article about growth….from the macro to the micro & back….

what does it mean to grow & deconstruct at the same time? how do we ‘go within’ to change long-held beliefs…can we really change ‘how the world works?’…

what is ‘true growth’ vs. ‘economic growth?’…..what we all say we want, yet it isn’t really happening….& probably won’t….

do we really know how to be present, truly compassionate, & how does this really begin with me or is it an ideal not grounded in ‘reality?’….

 We are all children of the Great Spirit, we all belong to Mother Earth. Our planet is in great trouble & if we keep carrying old grudges & do not work together, we will all die….Chief Seattle

tough questions for a cold, winter day….moving beyond angst into & around the truth about our empty places….

Whatever happens, our commitment is to use whatever happens to awaken our heart. To realize our connection with all beings. There is not a formula for doing this kind of work. Stay with our discomfort…..then the reservoir of compassion begins to emerge……Pema Chodron

the voice of holding on….killing the scream…

holding on to the last day's rays

We can be lost intellectually, emotionally, or spiritually. It’s not unusual to feel lost in the middle of our lives while sitting in our own living room. Lost souls. But being lost is not at all a bad thing….if you know how to benefit from it spiritually. In the Western world, where ‘progress is our most important product,’ we are encouraged from our earliest years to know exactly where we are at all times & precisely where we are going. When wandering, there is immense value in ‘finding ourselves lost’ because we can find something when we are lost, we can find our selves. Indeed, the deepest form of wandering requires that we be lost. The art of being lost is not a mattter of merely getting lost, but rather being lost & enthusiastically surrendering to the unlimited potential of it. This ushers you more fully into the now. Your life then suddenly suffers a radical simplification. You quiet down inside & it becomes easier to hear the voice of the soul…..Bill Plotkin

The ‘path’ we are on is such an illusion…

it’s kind of like dreams about falling…then waking up…

it’s kind of like running out of chocolate….then pretending it’s ok…

it’s kind of like sitting down in the middle of your mess, giving up…..then finally asking for help….

holding on to the the last day’s rays….savor that last bit of light….

It is the universal statement of a star,

the message Orion

has carried

in winter

through the ages:

It is the dark

which illuminates

…Lyn Dalebout

calling all princesses, saviors, & drowning men…

one

As we move deeper into the transformational journey of any authentic path, it gradually becomes clear that the journey is not what most of us imagined or fantasized it would be…at least not what ego hoped it would be. Any authentic spiritual process takes the deep unconscious material within us….as well as all of our fundamental confusions & illusions about the nature of mind….& brings it to the surface of our awarenesss, so we can see it for what it is & discover how to relate to it. This process often brings us to our knees, at times leaving us wondering if ignorance really is bliss….while knowing that we could not return to that state of ignorance even if we wanted to….Mariana Caplan

Like a cat caught in a cage….the deepest & most indescribable & palpable fear which is finally looked at (sometimes)….& it’s not fear at all….it’s your ego & the denial of ego.

and yet, I love the advice to ‘regard all as a dream’…..the sweet spot of witnessing…not so foggy…..knowing the fog comes & goes….dreams call us in deeply & we are then able to swoon…..

nothing like the twinkle of imagination…

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses, who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty & courage. Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest sense, something helpless that needs our love….Rilke

the value of emotional seasons

watching the world go by...

Insight into spiritual truth is not difficult to come by, but the purification & the shattering of illusions that must be undergone by those who commit their lives to the integration of that truth is a momentous undertaking. The heroic inner leaps that every spiritual warrior is asked to make, are far more easily reflected upon than accomplished. Whether we are talking about the need to drop the sense of insecurity, disidentify with ego, let go of the hope of salvation, or allow our concepts & constructs about what spirituality is to fade, these are processes that span many years, even if we have first had very clear insight into their principles……Mariana Caplan

It is quite powerful to simply sit & watch the world go by…to reflect upon the daunting tasks…to see the roleplaying we all do…the phases that pass through us…then to let it all go & play awhile…..adding a little costuming to the great adventure….

this too shall pass as they say….

 

a soulful inertia…

inertia

needs room

to renew its meaning

…sometimes it takes darkness & the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you….David Whyte

kind of like, misplacing your soul somewhere in your messy life…

kind of like, a rebirth, an aha moment, a surprise rainbow…

soulcentric epiphanies?…

Carl Jung says that the capacity for paradox, the tolerance of ambiguity is the measure of spiritual strength…..

I say it is simply human confusion, an irreconcilable & completely natural contradiction in our psyche….

kind of like, the strange connection between despair & desire…

what is hidden behind the moon?

roar of silence...

If we had a keen vision & feeling of all ordinary life, it would be like hearing the grass grow & the squirrel’s heartbeat & we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence…..George Eliot

Making wishes to the night sky….upon a star…..something magical in that silence of a wish…inspires an opening….no goal setting……no implementation….no roadblocks..

a  place of ease…a natural resting place…

It is the other side of silence…..playful…..deeper than mystery….

Somehow….the most beautiful place we go when in silence….wishing & waiting….. becomes not about the outcome anymore…

It’s the stillness, the intention coming from wonderment…

Receiving… 

Maybe this sweet spot is grace…this silence its own reward…the stars & moon a place to rest your heart…

‘A mystical experience is a sense of your not being what you thought you were, an experience of your heart’s or mind’s true nature. It is a startingly clear & moving feeling.’…Mark Epstein

Clear….like the night sky…..like the space behind the moon…

dying to be….

contemplating mystery..

bravely let go your hold on the edge of the precipice & die to the small self…then what is naturally revealed is the true-nature in which there is neither life nor death….philip kapleau

heady concept isn’t it? it seems to be about letting go of so many preconceived notions of how things should or shouln’t be…when we reawaken, we are more beautiful….

to let go is to lose your foothold temporarily…not to let go is to lose your foothold forever…Kierkegaard

found it yet?

the rabbit hole or normalcy…

down the rabbit hole...or is it up?

Normal is someone you don’t know very well……anonymous

don’t even pretend to know….reveal your flaws….

life gets curiouser & curiouser when we continue to fight complacency….

it’s ok to not know, to not be sure….

how else could Alice have had all of those amazing adventures?

it was called Wonderland because of the true, pure, raw exploration of experience…

through your own looking glass…

Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what’s next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never really knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark….Agnes deMille

Yes, jump down the rabbit hole…..you may be surprised at how luscious the journey downward reveals your unique truth…

a deep sigh…. into the abyss of you…