Sometime questions really stay the most potent and transformational when they can just stand on their own. And you live with them over a period of time, and you come back to them. And then you see something different in the question or you feel something different about your response.”

~ Adyashanti

there is this precious memory of hope and care and luminosity- 8 years since Mom passed…

inquiry for today~ allow yourself those moments of kind longing…..

when I miss how it was

Last night

in the fields

I lay down in the darkness

to think about death,

but instead I fell asleep,

as if in a vast and sloping room

filled with those white flowers

that open all summer,

sticky and untidy,

in the warm fields.

When I woke

the morning light was just slipping

in front of the stars,

and I was covered

with blossoms.

I don’t know

how it happened—

I don’t know

if my body went diving down

under the sugary vines

in some sleep-sharpened affinity

with the depths, or whether

that green energy

rose like a wave

and curled over me, claiming me

in its husky arms.

I pushed them away, but I didn’t rise.

Never in my life had I felt so plush,

or so slippery,

or so resplendently empty.

Never in my life

had I felt myself so near

that porous line

where my own body was done with

and the roots and the stems and the flowers

begin.

~Mary Oliver