resisting shadows drag the night down deeper

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The unfolding of the human heart is artful and mysterious. We cannot capture freedom and place it in time. For the mature spirit, freedom is the journey itself. It is like a labyrinth, a circle, a flower’s petal-by-petal opening, or a deepening spiral, a dance around the still point, the center of all things. There are always changing cycles- ups and downs, openings and closings, awakenings to love and freedom, often followed by new and subtle entanglements. In the course of this great spiral, we return to where we started again and again, but each time with a fuller, more open heart. The heart awakens as a lotus opens: Its natural beauty and scent both fill itself and perfume the garden around it…….Jack Kornfield

this descent into humility trusts in our capacity to embrace our own holy ground….the intoxication of soul-making lies in the emptiness of the heart, making room for pure light…..can we really trust in the simplicity of spiritual joy?

The real work is becoming native in your heart, coming to understand we really live here, that this is really the continent we’re on, and that our loyalties are here, to these mountains and rivers, to these plant zones, to these creatures. The real work involves a loyalty that goes back billions of years. The real work is accepting citizenship in the earth itself…..Gary Snyder

the embers of our heart settle like time’s trickery

It’s as if my spiritual life has been a slow horse. I started with a lot of ambitions. I tried to gallop in the beginning, doing extensive practice here and in Asia. I was going for enlightenment. I found ecstasy, yes, bliss, mystical states, incredible insight- it all came. But all it did was wake me up to what I had to do. To be a truly happy person I had to slow the horse down, get really down into earth and make my life actually follow my values. Then after lots more meditation and inner work, I took a hundred-eighty-degree turn toward the world. Now I understand renunciation better. It’s not about monasteries and renouncing life. We’re put here to learn the lessons of this human life. It is the renunciation of greed and ambition, of the self-centered ethos of our time. We’re not in charge here. We need to be patient, to let our actions come from a simple and pure heart, and from the circumstances in which we find ourselves. Everything good comes from that…..An Elder

4 thoughts on “resisting shadows drag the night down deeper

  1. Don’t we though go off searching for enlightenment, like looking for the lost keys to our car, and finding them in our hand … the catalysts may be a thousand fold, the reasons many and varied, yet the one truth is we came from the same place and we are all going to the same place, so why do we choose to divide up our present space into yours and mine? Perhaps duality is the question we all are seeking to answer, it has taken a long time (eons perhaps) for me to realize there is only one way to describe it: non-duality – I have to investigate what physicists mean by the quantum singularity, perhaps this is their way of defining non-duality … in the beginning was the word …

    • everything is cyclical as the physicists tell us….and as we discover in our own lives….so I guess we must leave to come home, must lose our way to find our way, must forget love to find love…..duality indeed…..and isn’t funny that through deep personal work and opening the heart, we can sort of experience that distortion that defines quantum singularity…..this is why we need art and poetry……beautiful tangential roots and sky g.f.s….

  2. The ultimate paradigm – we must be empty to be filled, broken to be whole, blind to see. To have it all, we must give it away. In our attempts to define, we alter the perfect. Describe love; describe the sky; describe God. The moment you attempt to find the words, you’ve made each and all less. I’m in constant amazement at those who claim to fail at love, and yet it is a version of love they set out to define (by rules and limits, and inuendo). Ultimately, it wasn’t love at all. Beyond what we know ~ ahhhh, there is far more we should sense. ~ Love to you, Bobbie

    • this art of living allows us to express in heart-sense…..poets hold the soul-strings so we don’t get so tangled….may those lost without love, find comfort in the unexpected…..love your call to poetics Bobbie….

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