to abide in the inherent nature of our lives


There is a great echo, it is memory

in our bones, the curl of our hair

my grandmother keeps her curls in a box

on the third floor of a Manhattan apartment building

I wear my curls in the wild winds,

turning spirals with salt water

the grace of my lioness, flutter of my wings

I will have long gray curls one day

I will have a little girl with curls one day

we all wear each other’s faces interchangeably

in this transference of lifetimes

my old roads are unknown to my new feet

separation is simply us moving back and forth

between parts of ourselves

no ending to the things begun

no answer to the question that propels us

through the beauty of this world

into the illumination of the next

my visions and memories are the same

my life is teaching me the words

to enable it to be a story which can be told

our journey brings us to the meeting place,

origin, the beginning

do not feel lost when you realize

you have made your way home.

….Lisa Kagan

can we taste the beautiful apple? do we feel the earth beneath us? do we recognize our lover? do we know the divine? where have we been all of our life? spiritual practice should bring us home to ourselves…..carrying that certainty of ancestral knowing with us, giving meaning to our days…..

To be filled with admiration and wonderment is a joy that is within everyone’s grasp, and one that is widely shared. Some writers in their eighties talk movingly about this ability to marvel as one of the ‘blessings of old age.’ It is: the miracle of seeing that here we are, at this very moment, still alive, and coming and going, both welcoming and welcomed, feeling desire and desired, and feeling and tasting and gazing upon all things that endure around us. The miracle of thinking that, weighed down with years, we have managed to increase our burden of life, enriching and amplifying it…..and that we have overcome so many obstacles, parried so many blows, confronted envy, hatred, and adversity, suffered bereavements and loses and come through wars, riots , rebellions, catastrophes….and find ourselves, here and now, on this old, enduring earth….so that at this very moment, though our eyes may be veiled and darkened, we can turn in delight toward the warm brightness of the sun, catch the sudden rain showers in our teeth, watch the wondrous clouds perform their giant acrobatics, and discover that we are entirely ready, each evening, to hail the silent, luxuriant sparkle of the stars. Benoite Groult was intrigued by this sensitivity to the beauty of things, ‘the tiniest miracles and the greatest spectacles coming together to bring tears to my eyes: the blue of the plumbagos, the flight of the cranes in ‘Winged Migration,’ the rosebush I called Cezanne which I planted last year in an uncompromising corner, without much hope, and which provided me with its first bright-hued red and yellow in November.’ It is as if our egos were being polished, worn away, and rendered transparent, the way the sea wears away the mother-of-pearl from shells……Marie de Hennezel

moving beyond scripture, sutra, law….into the body….

In beauty may I walk.

All day long may I walk.

Through the returning seasons may I walk.

On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.

With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk.

With dew about my feet may I walk.

With beauty may I walk.

With beauty before me, may I walk.

With beauty behind me, may I walk.

With beauty all around me, may I walk.

In old age wandering on a trail of beauty,

lively, may I walk.

In old age wandering on a trail of beauty,

living again, may I walk.

It is finished in beauty.

It is finished in beauty.

….Navaho Blessing Way Prayer

3 thoughts on “to abide in the inherent nature of our lives

  1. It is remarkable how the span of time, the ripening of the human experience, regardless of the grinding down it can bring, also creates a great depth of experience, an echo that resonates the soul and draws us closer to our God, by beauty, not just in Fibonacci sequences, but every brush stroke of the artist we call life, as our eyes grow dimmer, our inner eye is freed to find the true richness of being …

    • a beauteous rendering of mindful aging…..a gentle surrender with the strength behind it……born of that great depth of experience….then we only notice what amazing sights and details and life breadth bring….we see it all….nothing is wasted, nothing a mistake, all is called and presented as ‘life’…..spirals and numbers and sequences very similar to our eras, conditions, and development….’the true richness of being’….yes!

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