You’ve been asleep for a long time.
Isn’t it time to awaken?
….sign on the entry path to Ajahn Chah’s monastery
we dream of miracles, stillness, peace, reprieve……we have astonishing gifts to offer and once we remember, and once we burrow into the dream of self-knowing, we loosen our grip and understand what it means to cultivate sanctuary….breathe in the fresh morning…..
Letting go does not mean losing the knowledge we have gained from the past. The knowledge of the past stays with us. To let go is simply to release any images and emotions, grudges and fears, clingings and disappointments that bind our spirit. Like emptying a cup, letting go leaves us free to receive, refreshed, sensitive, and awake. The Tao Te Ching explains, ‘Because she has let go, she can care for the welfare of all as a mother cares for her child.’ When we let go of being the one who suffers, we are free to bring blessings wherever we go. Paradoxically, letting go is both the goal and the path. I see the fruits of letting go shine in all those who undertake this practice. Grace and generosity grow as we let go of the struggles of life. We awaken to a poignancy and tenderness beyond our own personal injuries. One Zen master calls this caring ‘the tears of the way.’ Our heart is open and we feel connected to all things…..Jack Kornfield
Several years ago, a friend of mine lived with me during the final few months of her life. Not completely understanding the effects of her illness, I kept saying, ‘Michelle, you must eat. You’re getting too thin! Eat!’ And after she died, I read in her journal about how ‘Marianne takes it for granted that if you eat, you gain weight; if you want to go out somewhere, you can; and if you want to live past this year, it’s a reasonable proposition.’ She was someone who had so little to be happy about, but she taught me so much about happiness. During those months, right after the birth of my daughter, I would come home to find my dying friend with my baby snuggled next to her. There was a smile of bliss on both their faces that I will remember all my days….Marianne Williamson
The tears of the way … Yes, it is often difficult and at times joyful, to see the Way, and how uncrowded it is … One wonders at the light …
to journey further than our own feet invites us to forget so that we can know….isn’t that the attentiveness of saints?……this shimmering truth stirs…..may the stars rest within you g.f.s…..
How can I ever know – the moments wasted in the rushing? To sink into the waiting is a bliss most cannot fathom, for it is there the music plays only we can hear. To dream in the dreaming of a morning already awake. We sometimes lose sight of the gifts we are filled to give. Love to you, Blue. ~ Ever, Bobbie
these mini-pilgrimages you offer dwell in deep seeing…..from there we can peer through windows and see the microcosm of the world…..thanks for softening the world Bobbie….