Monday, June 24, 2019

David Whyte - Santiago

The road seen, then not seen, the hillside
hiding then revealing the way you should take,
the road dropping away from you as if leaving you
to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,
when you thought you would fall,
and the way forward always in the end
the way that you followed, the way that carried you
into your future, that brought you to this place,
no matter that it sometimes took your promise from you,
no matter that it had to break your heart along the way:
the sense of having walked from far inside yourself
out into the revelation, to have risked yourself
for something that seemed to stand both inside you
and far beyond you, that called you back
to the only road in the end you could follow, walking
as you did, in your rags of love and speaking in the voice
that by night became a prayer for safe arrival,
so that one day you realized that what you wanted
had already happened long ago and in the dwelling place
you had lived in before you began,
and that every step along the way, you had carried
the heart and the mind and the promise
that first set you off and drew you on and that you were
more marvelous in your simple wish to find a way
than the gilded roofs of any destination you could reach:
as if, all along, you had thought the end point might be a city
with golden towers, and cheering crowds,
and turning the corner at what you thought was the end
of the road, you found just a simple reflection,
and a clear revelation beneath the face looking back
and beneath it another invitation, all in one glimpse:
like a person and a place you had sought forever,
like a broad field of freedom that beckoned you beyond;
like another life, and the road still stretching on. 


Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Mark Nepo - At the window

I was at the window
when a fly near the latch
was on its back spinning—
legs furious, going nowhere.

I thought to swat it
but something in its struggle
was too much my own.

It kept spinning and began to tire.
Without moving closer, I exhaled
steadily, my breath a sudden wind
and the fly found its legs,
rubbed its face
and flew away.

I continued to stare at the latch
hoping that someday, the breath
of something incomprehensible
would right me and
enable me to fly. 


Sunday, June 16, 2019

Jeff Foster - A sacred restlessness

“Keep questioning, my love. That is how you stay young, vibrant, alive.

Keep questioning everything you believe. Question your concepts. Question your religions. Question everything your parents taught you. Your gurus. Your leaders. Everything you learned in books and on TV. Everything the media tried to shove down your throat. Everything sacred and holy and unquestionable. Question it all. Do not be afraid to lose all your beliefs, all your prior reference points, all your unshakable certainties.

I will be here to hold you.

With enough questioning, you may begin to question yourself, the one who questions. Everything you take yourself to be.

And then you will question the act of questioning itself.

Until there are no more questions. No more answers.

Just silence. Stillness. A wide open space of Now. Full of potential.

You will be left naked, open, raw, trembling, utterly vulnerable to the sunset, penetrated by every sensation, shaken by the way the light moves over the rooftops, the way sound enters you, the colour of a friend’s eyes, the space and the contraction of things, you will be one with it all, it will be your home and your salvation, it will all break you and make you whole in every instant.

You will have questioned yourself back into wonder, found your true home in the fleeting world, followed your sacred restlessness back into the deepest kind of peace imaginable.”


Saturday, June 15, 2019

Sabine - If a friend needs you

photo by Benoit Courti

If a friend needs you during rough times, whether it’s grieving for the lost animal, separation from the loved ones or a sudden incurable illness, instead of throwing non-duality jargon at them, be the ear, be the shoulder so you can take on some of their pain. Non-duality reciting during such situations is of no value and it can only make one’s heartache stay longer. Pretending we are beyond the heart break or pain is pure ignorance of those who have failed to look into their own bodies and investigate it. 
Forcing recognition onto someone or showing unpleasant behaviour towards seekers is unnecessary. We don’t know what someone has gone through in their lives, so why not be polite or simply BE there and listen?

Recognition of our ‘natural state’ happens at its own accord (if it ever does) and when readiness is there, teacher in human form isn’t necessary. These who believe can teach non duality are deluded or still see themselves as separate or in a higher position than the seekers – which is simply the mind madness.
Yet, it is as it is. Once can only beware – be aware – of this. Pointers are everywhere. Takes it to be seen non conceptually.

There is no need trying to force someone to stop seeking as it won’t be taken aboard before it is due.

Friday, June 14, 2019

Brigit Anna McNeill - The wild medicine

I see your hurts, your fears and your sorrow.
I see them like crumpled black lumps, and brittle edged bits that feel heavy and uncomfortable in your flesh.
But I also see your immense bravery,
your wisdom and your courage. It grows from you like tendrils of medicine plants; wild and wise.
And this medicine that is within you, is stronger than your hurts, your sorrows and your fears.
It’s bigger than you realise.
You are so very courageous and you can do big things, hard things, beautiful things and monumental things.
I wish you could see what shines from you,
I wish that you could wrap those wild vines of courage around you. The ones of wisdom and truth, of power and bravery.
Wearing them like a cloak, a dress or a second skin; absorbing and feeling the wild medicine it brings you, for you have grown it from within, they are seeds of your knowing and they can’t be taken from you.
You have made it through everything and now it’s time to see yourself as the warrior and tender lover of your own being.
The one who grows medicine weeds and sweet flowers from the concrete cracks of their life.


Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Silence is the true teaching. It is the perfect teaching.
    It is suited only for the most advanced seeker.
    The others are unable to draw full inspiration from it.
    Therefore they require words to explain the truth.
    But truth is beyond words….

    Sri Ramana Maharshi

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Hafiz - I think I just want to be sad today

I think I just want to be sad today, the way many
are in this world.  True, God rides in my pocket,
as He does in yours.

Yes, I could lift Him out and look upon various
realms of light and know great happiness.  Maybe
I will do that tomorrow.

The ocean has moods.  Have you not seen how its
colour can change, and the waves’ force and heights
can differ?