When havoc sends me reeling
Peace comes from
Fully being in turmoil,
Resting in what’s happening
Even if what’s happening
Is unpleasant.
From there
Anything is possible,
The infinite potential of
The moment
Is close at hand,
Fully present.
Confidence comes from
Here,
Even when
I can not
Yet see it,
Everything settles in.
From possibility
Arises reality,
From reality,
Possibility,
In a closed circuit,
Nevertheless infinite.
It never makes sense,
Nor nonsense,
Static flow,
But dynamic
Frozen,
Nonetheless fluid.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Circle: Back to Back
When I signed up for the meditation course for the first time, I knew that, in a way I was reaching out from my ‘mountain hermitage,’ like a wounded bear that had retreated to the den to recover. I am not sure what I wanted or expected, but that teacher sure shook the mountain. Nevertheless, after careful consideration, I decided to come back for a second round, and I was not disappointed. This sort of thing may not be for everyone, however, so I caution my readers—take care, before you embark on this journey.
Be sure you have your safety straps well fastened before you go. I had few moorings to hold me, and I practically fell off the mountain myself, but I still think the time was right; I’d waited as long as I could, and best of all felt as if I had no place else to go, which is the only reason I can think of why I would have gotten into this. For, as I explained in the first place—I was merely looking for a way to get through the day without screaming. Now I think screaming can be good sometimes; it can even be productive, if you are paying attention, and even if you’re not. That is the paradox of practice.
Be sure you have your safety straps well fastened before you go. I had few moorings to hold me, and I practically fell off the mountain myself, but I still think the time was right; I’d waited as long as I could, and best of all felt as if I had no place else to go, which is the only reason I can think of why I would have gotten into this. For, as I explained in the first place—I was merely looking for a way to get through the day without screaming. Now I think screaming can be good sometimes; it can even be productive, if you are paying attention, and even if you’re not. That is the paradox of practice.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Chiefly: Together*
Mindfulness of breathing
Carried over into my
Next activity:
Cooking supper.
As I prepared the meal
The rhythm of breathing
And activities
Moved together.
I could not tell how,
Or whether one
Regulated the other,
But they just synchronized.
This rhythm felt natural
And comfortable,
And as I continued to watch,
Actions matched breathing’s pace.
All movements flowed together:
Those of breathing,
And those of meal preparation,
In a Graceful,
Seamless,
Inseparable process.
*Today’s entry is the last one UNTIL May, as tomorrow I start an insight meditation course, and I really want to focus on that.
Thanks for reading!
Lee
Carried over into my
Next activity:
Cooking supper.
As I prepared the meal
The rhythm of breathing
And activities
Moved together.
I could not tell how,
Or whether one
Regulated the other,
But they just synchronized.
This rhythm felt natural
And comfortable,
And as I continued to watch,
Actions matched breathing’s pace.
All movements flowed together:
Those of breathing,
And those of meal preparation,
In a Graceful,
Seamless,
Inseparable process.
*Today’s entry is the last one UNTIL May, as tomorrow I start an insight meditation course, and I really want to focus on that.
Thanks for reading!
Lee
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