deep in the west, a very thin moon
we're very lucky to have a large moon like that
it stabilizes the earth rotation,
making regular seasons
and enabling life on earth
a walk under a very blue very wide empty skya sparkling sense of joy
little glowing dots seem to surround me
an exuberant lightness
the triangle of desire, self-rejection and hope
keeping us fixated in a prison.
it seems so human, so life-giving to have hope
"the life energy of it"
but then, no animal seems to need hope
and aren't they the ones who are full of life energy?
the deep seated desire for love and acceptance
(we used to live in tribes without which survival was unlikely)
searching for it on the outside
getting some, losing it, never really safe
all the time unaware of the true love
until it comes to pick us up
sitting at the computer desk, waiting for the show to begin, chewing cardamom ...
the conviction that I cannot do anything
the conviction that I have to do it all myself
how can both coexist?
I finally slept ok in the third night
to wake up at 6 out of a dream
in which I remembered myself as a young child
my own early childhood innocence and openness
was so moving that I had to cry.
images of old grown-ups in comparison
they were all distorted, grimacing, and sick of their lives,
sick of madness from having forgotten themselves for too long.
then that woman (not one that I know in real life)
she was like ... the archetypal good mother
I embraced her and cried on her shoulder
moved by the beautiful memory of my own
long forgotten innocence,
and I woke up with this feeling. How strange
and completely unexpected
walking through the yard,
a friendly white cat comes to say hello
while the eternal flock of black birds
still circles the spires, shouting
as it will in a thousand years from now
spending much of the day taking care of
a dear friend who is in deep distress
did palpably consume some of my own energy.
I lie in bed after midnight with headphones
carried into sleep on the wings of an angelic lullaby
sung by another dear friend
coming from the toilet at 4am
the sky is full of bright large stars
reminding me of that painting
3 hours later, all is grey and wet from rain
and the birds sing early spring songs
still suffering from the previous day,
something becomes quiet.
What a luxury to be able to read a few Hafiz poems
before getting up.
It sets my mind back on track.
All is happening on its own.
And I know this. What a relief
later, the topic of hatred and the urge for revenge
the being cut off from all of this
(aggressive behaviour was forbidden, unthinkable
so there is something old and unresolved) -
I am unable to access this energy.
A major part of my unconscious seems to still be
mostly unresolved and packed away
while the sense for unicity and the nonconceptual
is already growing, all following its own plan,
bypassing this white spot on the map as it were
"you don't need more experiences of unity"
i feel like a beginner
deficient and insecure. Why did I come here anyway?
"mindful work" practice in this group can be anything
from needlework to cleaning up or gardening
to learning a choir piece
(I hear them down the hall, slowly getting there)
I sit alone in the hallway, mastering talk recordings.
The woman with the bell comes by and rings -
stop and be present ...
resume work with the second bell signal
(it is so hard to stay present with computer work
at home almost impossible, it works better here)
and being present vs. being lost in the trance of thinking
can be heaven vs. hell - more than that
this goes way beyond what the mind can imagine
"dedicating this work to the awakening of all beings"
she feels stuck, without hope.
he asks her, is there anything you want to do?
she says, "yes there is.
I want to cry so loud that all the windows shatter at once".
Yes! let us cry together, there are enough windows
for both of us to shatter. This energy
needs to be free.
early morning, the cathedral shrouded in mist
waking up after a good night's sleep
my heart is still heavy
I can't feel where this weight comes from
so often, this inner life is inexplicable
and so often, subject to change
on short notice
"stay with your experience"
rule of thumb
and always the wisest thing to do
an hour with a white-bearded manlooking at my heavy heart
doing various breathing exercises on the mattress
nothing spectacular or difficult,
but bright and light new rooms opened easily for a while,
rooms in myself that I had never entered before.
I want my body back.
I WANT MY BODY BACK!!!
when the convictions (saying I can't do it) give way and dissipate
and the stories about deficiency and disconnection cease,
then I'm here, I'm at home, I lack nothing,
and something seems to reunite in love.
So easily!
"fake it till you make it" I have to remember this advice.
Find a way, do whatever works
until the voices stop and the joyous simplicity
(that was there all the time)
can stabilize
another walk together over the hill
to the sacred spring cave
sitting in the bright February sun, talking, looking at it
and then back to coffee over muddy paths
positions and perspectives
how much they shape what we think we are
what would happen if they were all absent?
my two partners in the triad I worked in,
they both came to feel like newborn babies
one of them looking at her own hands in amazement
moving her feet
feeling insecure and happy
another foggy morning
rows of large trees along the river
populated with mistletoes
their tops fading into grey
the question of existence itself
inquiring into the feeling of existence
(grey and solid - like hematite? hmm)
different flavors of presence
still or exuberant
coming and going
the great joy of discovering together
what being home means
my black desperation when I lost it
my deep joy of finding it again
"hold it both at the same time"
getting beyond that dualism.
Ok, I'll try that -
spacious presence without thinking or knowing
simplicity and peace
all the different flavors of the transcendent
and there are many more.
I come back from the walk
hiking shoes full of mud underneath
"when we know presence, when we are in touch with, and feeling presence, we are in touch with being"
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very human. great..and a nice work.
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