Perhaps because so many of us are so obsessed with doing, “being” tends to feel awkward and uncomfortable at first, let alone becoming. Slowing down enough to relax and enjoy one’s private Sabbath can open up a Pandora’s box of complicated feelings, all of them clamoring for out attention. Faced with that internal ruckus, it can seem easier to abandon any pretense of rest, and retreat to our familiar patterns of busyness and addiction.
The ancient Celts believed that the world was sustained by a great song or oran mor, a tremendous resonating melody which ran beneath all things. “Listening” in Mother Teresa’s terms might ripple out from the creator God to all the ways in which creation itself is manifest: the crash of waves on a rocky shore, the cry of the seagulls circling overhead. It is easy to imagine this merging, almost imperceptibly, with song. There is a great reciprocity being practiced here: a profound understanding of the unity between the human and the natural worlds. It is interesting to compare the words of a modern mystic like Thomas Merton, “Let me seek then, the gift of silence, and poverty and solitude, where everything I touch is turned into prayer, where the sky is my prayer, the birds are my prayer, the wind in the trees is my prayer, for God is all in all.”
your song is only yours….and you can sing and dance with all those whom you share it…..
inquiry for today~ seek out your “underlying melody”……no sung goes unsung in a live well lived…..
In the universe, we have a place, an area that can be inpointed, mapped, documented. In the buddhaverse, we are place. We are time. We are no longer limited by me or my. In the buddhaverse, the race can only be won if you don’t run it. There is no race. No I. No me. No you. Exposing the heart and soul to the the openness required for growth requires letting go of the constructs of our individual identities, in order to become a part of the larger, unquantifiable, indescribable, indestructible loop. It requires extreme vulnerability and attention to uncertainty. The moments of recognition precognition superstition that create volition. The signs are there. They are the same arrows leading to the finish line which does not really exist. The dreamlike path through the buddhaverse traverses and twists and turns. It teaches. So we may evolve. Vanquish fear. Fear is nothing than uncertainty.