offering our pain as little, secret heart nuggets

the surreal & the mundane

I have seen the light break through

to illuminate a small field

for a while and gone my way

and forgotten it. But that was the pearl

of great prize, the one field that had

the treasure in it. I realize now

that I must give all that I have

to possess it. Life is not hurrying

on to a receding future nor hankering after

an imagined past. It is the turning

aside like Moses to the miracle

of the lit bush. To a brightness

that seems as transitory as your youth

once, but is the eternity that awaits you.

….R.S. Thomas

just listen for a moment…..just listen…..what is unearthed by listening?….that sweet ache of languorous lassitude feeds the vision of the soul’s little nudges….a halfhearted wholeness will surprise with its strength to wake us up…..

Wisdom is a deeper way of knowing. Wisdom is the art of living in rhythm with your soul, your life, and the divine. Wisdom is the way that you learn to decipher the unknown; and the unknown is our closest companion. So wisdom is the art of being courageous and generous with the unknown, of being able to decipher and recognize its treasures. It is the art of balancing the known with the unknown, the suffering with the joy; it is a way of linking the whole of life together in a new and deeper unity. Ultimately, wisdom and vision are sisters; the creativity, critique, and prophecy of vision issue from the fount of wisdom……John O’Donohue

that sensitivity of soul…

There is an ache at the center of the chest. It is a pain we wish not to see. It’s the fire, it’s the loss, it’s uncontrollable impermanence, our everyday ordinary grief. The heart is always open, it’s just that consciousness does not at the moment reside there. That ache in the chest, often referred to as the armoring over the heart, is an extraordinary feedback device, like soft belly, for the degree of pain, of holding in that moment. This ache in the chest is like a compass that directs us toward the path of heart. Whether we recognize it or not, we are seeking the sacred in every moment of perception, in every breath…..Stephen Levine

9 thoughts on “offering our pain as little, secret heart nuggets

  1. I hears Adyashanti say “isn’t enlightenment just seeing things the way they are”, therefore wisdom, the pearl of great price, allows this simple knowing, yet tempers the heart, so it does not break at all the suffering it sees, understanding that like children who must skin their knees to learn to walk and run, so do the many who sleep walk while life calls out to them. The way to wisdom is definitely through the heart …

    • quite beautiful g.f.s……I just wrote a paper on intuitive knowing & how we simply move forward without knowing….that’s the paradox….that’s ‘seeing things the way they are’…..no sleepwalking!…..let’s live life through the heart…..thank you for this…..

  2. It is that wonderfully delicious ache that screams from the shadows of our pain – reminding us of something missed. Where there is joy, there is sorrow. We don’t miss what we don’t love…… As always, Blue, a loving reminder to simply ‘be’. ~ Love, Bobbie

    • Love your poetic sensibilities……that ache does indeed scream….may we know that ache to be sacred and slow down long enough to listen….Blessings Bobbie…

      • Yes! There are so many that wear their hearts out looking for relief without ever embracing the true beauty of that ache. I’m sure you’ve known of people who lost someone and refused to ever allow their name to be spoken (as if they never were). I hurt for those hearts and the loss of more than could be assigned to a name.

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