ruminations abide

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Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions.
To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease
into the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
Everything is Waiting for You

~David Whyte

and when the time comes for us to live a little more richly, a little more deeply, a little more gratefully…..we will be ready……we will know how……

In intimacy there’s no knowing. There’s no reference system from which to know. There’s no outside or inside. There’s no thing that can be known or person that can know it. Not knowing fills the universe. There’s no place to put this gigantic body. It contains everything. Dogen said, “Life is nothing more than searching for and acting out the myriad possibilities of meaning with which the self and the world are pregnant.” We do this through expressions and activities. this involves not only the human world, but the nonhuman and nonliving worlds. Sit openly in the presence of a tree. Is nothing happening? Sit with an immobile and mute rock. Is nothing communicated? All of reality is always awake and transmitting the truth, pointing to the truth. Even the insentient transmit intimate words. These mountains and rivers themselves are continually manifesting the words of the buddhas and ancient teachers. Dogen calls the sounds of the valley streams the 84,000 hymns. The sounds of the river and the form of the mountain are all expressions of the buddha nature in absolute emptiness.   ~John Daido Loori

so tired

The dance
Sometimes it evolves, emerges
Out of a life
Sometimes it is lost.
~Roderick MacIver

2 thoughts on “ruminations abide

  1. Only when we cling to separateness is there a felling of nothing happening. When we open to the breath of life. That great miracle that announces our birth. When we recapture that sacred moment we renter truth, become as children again, awed by everything surrounding us, as we intuitively know it IS us …

    • I suppose this is why/how we feed our souls into nature……that liminal space in between day and night….asleep and awake…..peaceful and not so peaceful…..

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