Give up what you see with your eyes,
surrender instead to what is dark,
yet filled to the brim with life. Drink
from darkness and learn
what it means to be born anew,
tangled and mysterious, full of terror
and the bliss of all new things.
Forget what they told you was precious
and true, forget the talk, and when
you’re done with hiding from silence,
let it find you. Be like one
who lives all winter at the bottom of a pond,
empty of breath and speech and expectation,
sunk in muck, drenched with possibility.
….Kathleen Kelley
gifts of waiting…..gifts of betrayals…..gifts of forgiveness……gifts of light…..
Without understanding emptiness, compassion can never be authentic. There’s a very high chance we will confuse compassion with attachment and desire. One thinks that one’s passion is compassion, that one’s attachment to others and caring for others is true compassion. Our ordinary version of compassion and affection is selfish in a way, because it’s my family, my children. I care for them, we should enjoy ourselves together, because I love them. It is compassion in a sense, but without the understanding of emptiness it becomes very narrow, very limited. It is not passion for or attraction toward something that one loves or likes. Compassion is called the “great passion,” but it’s not the passion of latching onto something and not wanting to let go………Tsoknyi Rnpoche
We are so quick to judge one another. And just as we are hard on others we are even harder on ourselves. With mindfulness, our natural compassion grows. We can see that we are all carrying our own burden of tears. You and everyone you meet are sharing in some measure of the pain present on the planet. You are called upon to witness this pain- in yourself and others- with compassion. But how can we do this when we live in a time where it seems we have lost contact with the power of mercy and compassion, when we have closed off to the suffering of ourselves and others?…..Jack Kornfield

There is a strangeness in the art of being in today’s world… With all of its cover ups, and relationships with matters(s) what can we see that is authentic? Close they eyes and listen to the bird song. Pause to know life is behind all we have created, true life, and compassion rise when untie all the bindings we create and call our life.
I find that I cling to nature to find balance…..otherwise, there’s a whirlwind around me continually……connecting to all that is Source…..to why we breathe…..to be whole…..no bindings, only love…..