You can, despite the innocence you were born
with, feel that something is missing, and try to
forget that you are empty, by reading hundred-
year-old novels, or planting dozens of bulbs, or
you can try to fix what you see as broken in others
until they call you kind, or you can look into the
hidden gears of the world until others think you
intelligent, and when nothing reaches you, you
can run into things until old ways crack, or you
can dive into your past till you catch what’s been
eating at your heart, and once seizing it, you can
slowly and painfully bring it up until your fear
unfurls like a flag snapping and when all goes
limp, you might feel some spot of peace that’s
been waiting beneath your name, and then you
can secretly feel the pain of wanting to be touched
by everything, and not being touched feel lost, and
being touched feel found, and not being touched
feel lonely, and being touched feel there might be
such a thing as joy, and then, something like a
quiet thirst might make you climb higher than all
obstacle until, with your arms to the wind, the
features you’ve been known by wear away and,
smelling the fumes of your birth, you might
risk that all thoughts are clouds and burn
them away with the heat of your being.
consider your instincts as tiny little gifts….
inquiry for today~ and it’s probably a good day for rebuilding……
Expanding the field of attention requires that we become aware of another dimension of the stuck place, of our insistent visitor, and not just notice its predominant face. This is because invariably we are stuck on a different level from the obvious one we have been noticing. Release will only take place when we can shift from that which is obvious to one of the other levels of awareness.
Opening further, we can shift our awareness to the space around all things, and experience the vast openness of mind that holds all these thoughts and feelings.
This is an invitation to freedom.