Sunday, February 16, 2014
"Who gets up early
to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
and sees the moon reflected in it?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son
and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up
a flowing prophet?
Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there's a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow one drop.
Now there's a pearl.
A vagrant wanders empty ruins.
Suddenly he's wealthy.
But don't be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.
Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy and tired.
Then comes a moment of feeling
the wings you have grown,
The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
As a child I lived in the U.K. in a town far from the sea. Yet, I could hear the sound of waves arising and subsiding inside. It was a sound both familiar and achingly beautiful.
All those years ago, I could never have imagined that I would one day be living in the Bahamas. It would have seemed like a fantasy. Yet here I am.
At 5.15 a.m. each morning my husband Tony I sit up in bed and enjoy a cup of coffee. We listen to the waves. It is a beautiful way to start the day.
Sometimes we hear the waves crashing angrily against the shore. At other times they lap gently, like a big cat licking a sweet bowl of cream.
After coffee, I go to the meditation room. I light a candle and incense and then sit. The sound of the waves is louder there. The silence echoes more deeply.
In the thick of that sound, birds circle and cry, signalling the start of the new day. My neighbor revs up his car to head to work and twice a week, the garbage men announce their arrival with the cranking and crashing of the bins.
All these sounds swim in and through one another. They arise from the same Source. They are born from silence and they dissolve back into silence.
When we start to pay attention, when we really listen, we realize this. We also notice how our thoughts and words arise from silence.
The beauty of this practice gifts us with what Merrill-Wolf calls ‘high indifference.’ This is not disinterest. Rather it is the capacity to see, hear and perceive from the highest perspective.
When we leave the confines of the mind we are free. We realize we are not separate. We see how intimately connected we are to all of life.
In the thick, vibrant energy of this profound realization we are home. We are what we have been searching for all along...
Excerpt from the Living in Alignment online course.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Those who awaken
Never rest in one place.
Like swans, they rise
And leave the lake.
On the air they rise
And fly an invisible course,
Gathering nothing, storing nothing.
Their food is knowledge.
They live upon emptiness.
They have seen how to break free.
Teachings of the Buddha,
by Thomas Byrom
by Thomas Byrom