evocative self-exile

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The pilgrimage of living with things as they are, changing what is, or starting over is at the heart of humility and a Beginner’s mind. When the fog of illusion is localized, the practice of serenity out waits the clouds, while the practice of love and compassion burns off the fog. But when the fog is a cloud in our eye, or mind, or heart, then we must remake how we see, how we think, and how we feel. We must be born anew through a process of self-transformation. This has never been something that can be taught. We can only believe in an unclouded life and keep each other company along the foggy way……Mark Nepo

we remember certain kinds of magic that force our crossroads…..testimonies to vibrant and cataclysmic moments of our lives…..and even when discrepancies emerge, the potency arcs our attention back to what is true and vital, even if fleeting and easily broken…..the paradox of shooting stars shining brightly as they fade…..

Life is so full of meaning and purpose, so full of beauty beneath its covering that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven. Courage, then, to claim it, that is all. But courage we have, and the knowledge that we are all pilgrims together, wending through this unknown country, home……Fra Giovanni Giocondo

the spell of being alive….

Ah, not to be cut off,

not through the slightest partition

shut out from the law of the stars.

The inner- what is it?

if not intensified sky,

hurled through with birds and deep

with the winds of homecoming.


4 thoughts on “evocative self-exile

  1. As the Caduceus has its intertwined Serpents, so the journey of knowledge has descended into the depths of intellectualism, and no is making its way back, returning up the staff toward that sacred place of beginning in the eternal mind … so too the airs of mind blow through our lives inviting us a Rilke so aptly puts it to soar and seek our homecoming. This is the impatient journey we all take – Stars that have fallen from the sky so we might look up and know the place where we began … may a cosmic wind insight your day!

    • we don’t really know how to mark time….nor how to entwine the stars with our dreams…..we fall with the stars, landing and then seeking again……it is here that Rumi makes sense and we can know the full beauty of stardust…..’the impatient journey’….oh yes….I call this ‘spiritual sensitivity’…….wandering from poem to poem……it’s a good life g.f.s….

  2. It is a sweet bending to be reminded of our fragile nature. Many times, we are tempted to break. In the journey of live, we emerge the stronger once we realize that nothing is ever lost. All that we’ve held, we hold………. All we love, we still……….. ~ B

    • I love how you remind me that all is well…..that all is more than well…..we never really break do we? red shoes clicking……I am home, I am home…..settle in by the fire and the imagination will fly Bobbie…….

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