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
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.