Everything in the Universe is interconnected.
Within each it is reflected.
ever forget many important details about an event or a conversation, but you remember the way the light poured in a window or how blue your lover’s eyes were? this way we live in the world is about the subtle and powerful charms of comfort, growth, brokenness, belief, heart to heart knowing, and the breath of life running between everything….
It is the fullness of our attention to whatever is near that has birds fly out of God’s mouth. The months relax and the ice inclosing a bent-over branch thaws, and the snow drops and the branch springs back up after its deathlike sleep. The tree coming into spring teaches us how to let go into renewal. For this is how the freeze around a broken heart thaws. In another part of the world, small brilliant fish mouth pebbles along the ocean sand, sucking off bits of food and spitting back the rest. This is how they comb the bottom, and these small limbless creatures teach us how to suffer and move on, how to sift through what is nourishing and how to give back the rest. And high in the mountains, away from the eyes of others, a small cave with its singular drip collects clear water that is the heartbeat of the mountain. So the center of the Earth itself shows us how to be: one drop of clearness at a time., collecting in the moist center that keeps the soul alive. In practice, if we look closely with our whole being at anything- plants, trees, the human heart, emptiness, fish, even the worn gears of a watch- the same core of deep instruction will rise before us in a language that waits beneath words. The world, it seems, both natural and constructed, is an endless net of particular lessons, each made of the same compelling thread that is always hiding in the open, simply waiting for our complete attention to reveal itself. By pulling at these threads, I have discovered, again and again, the deep and common way of things that is embedded in everything. So when confusion or pain seems to tighten what is possible, when sadness or frustration shrinks your sense of well-being, when worry or fear agitates the peace right out of you, try lending your attention to the nearest thing. Watch how the one shell you brought back years ago from the sea reveals itself, at last, as a face that is telling you how to continue. Give your full attention over to the nearest patch of life- to how an apple peels and juices- and after a while each thing attended will reveal yet another way back to the center……Mark Nepo
One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees
no longer, but one has seen. There is an art in
conducting oneself in lower regions by memory
of what one has seen higher up. When one can
no longer see, one can at least still know.