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Insights on wisdom

Musings at 3 am

I’d just meditated on the breath… we breathe in, hold, and then we need to breath out – receive, hold, release, repeat – or die.

In love, we receive, hold and release the object of our love in the eternal moment of each now, in fact we are different every moment and so is he/she, so different people meet, receive, hold and release one another each eternal moment, hence we have eternal love. Otherwise it stagnants and dies. Or one lives carrying the past. Or the fabric of time-space tears.

But it bloody hurts like hell sometimes, just that the one who hurts is not who we usually think it is, since each moment is a new “I”. We just continually in each moment identify with the hurt, giving the illusion of a hurting “I”, kinda like the video clips I’d just been editing, each frame a separate moment, edited to make some kind of coherent story.

Connection and attachment are not conjoint. We can honour the connection, but we don’t make it an attachment, a chain that binds.

Sirius Black: “…. but know this; the ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here [puts his hand to Harry’s heart].” Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Presence

“I have nothing to offer….” you said….

Precious Soul, offer your presence; your clear eyes, bright gaze, unencumbered curiosity; hesitant courage blossoming into courageous vulnerability; radiating innocence, acceptance, simplicity. Precious Soul, offer your presence.

Precious Soul, offer your open heart, your proclivity to love and be loved; your childlike authenticity, your refreshing trust and deep profundity. Precious Soul, offer your presence.

Precious Soul, offer your lucidity; the clarity of your conviction, and the conviction behind your clarity, strength to resist the urge, when all you want to do is merge, back into the welcome of those you love, they who are sound asleep. Precious Soul, offer your presence.

Precious Soul, your heartbreaking purity, a disarming smile dispels doom; the salt breeze freshens a dank, stale room. Precious Soul, offer your presence.

I remember you from beyond the bridge across forever. That day we said goodbye standing at the edge of time, your smile held mine. We’ll meet again, my father, my sister, my child; my teacher, my lover, my friend. Your presence enfold me; through the ages of the world you hold me. Precious Soul, offer your Presence.

I see you are awakening soon. I kiss your eyes and steal away, lest you startle awake too soon. When the seasons change and we drop our masks again, dissolve into pure essence again, we will see that we have always been. Precious Soul, in the silent stillness now, I offer you my Presence.

Caffeine and Clarity

Clouds of emotions identified as I, my, me, mine. Patterns of disruption, created at an earlier time. *It really doesn’t have to be this way.

Emotions, embrace them softly.
Perspectives, hold them lightly.
Enemies, treat them gently.
Identity, wear it loosely.

*Paraphrasing Russ Hudson, Enneagram Institute

Shall We Dance?

I used to dance. I used to dream.
I used to laugh. I used to love.
I used to have a life until I found that I was asleep
Now I’m awake, and found that I’ve been dead.

A zombie haunting grey tombs of glass and steel
Wandering in colourless, tasteless, silent lovelessness
Parched, starved and weary
Bearing the torches of Should and Must
The flag of Indispensable proudly raised.
Futilely searching the inferno for the garden of Eden

Another meeting
Another day extinguished by mindless banter
Another annual report
Another year squandered on crap that doesn’t matter.

What’s the ending of this movie?
“Here lies my glorious youth, dreams dead in the water”?
Or “And they lived happily ever after”?

Shall we dance?

The Child and the Shadow

 

Shadow Play by Michael Hartford

The child was wary of the shadow, and so she tossed it into the basement and locked the door.

The shadow felt hurt and lonely and started to cry. He cried and cried and his voice echoed through the house haunting the night. Pretty soon the child saw shadows everywhere – in the closet, under the bed, on walls.

The child shut her eyes and stuffed her ears and hid under the sheets. She went “nah nah nah” refusing to hear the pleas of the shadow. Falling into a fitful sleep, she dreamt that the shadow crawled into bed with her and clutched her feet with his icy hands.

When night was deepest, she woke. Trembling but determined she stood at basement’s door. She drew a deep breath, pushed and turned on the light. Lo and behold, gazing back at her were her own scared and tired eyes.

Outside, dawn transformed the night and splashed the sky with red and gold.