25.6.10
June 25: Resistance/Allowing
Ever been in that situation half committed to doing something, let's say some task at work on a Monday morning, and half committed to avoiding the experience at all costs? Of course, "half" is a word standing in for however you find yourself in the dynamic between resistance to experience and allowing it to unfold. I found myself tied up in that enervating little knot today, so I laid it at the feet of the Divine Mother and asked Her for help. She came right out and said, "Increase the allowing to allow the resistance. It'll be a relief." It is.
17.6.10
June 17: What to do about dread.
Teachers give you the tools.
It may be a famous one or a guy at work.
That thing you always dread doing, but regret if you don't do it?
They'll tell you Wait. Let it happen by itself, when its time comes.
You might be surprised how often you wait, churning, until
Waiting is seeing. It's always just happening,
And you're always just watching, enjoying the ride.
It may be a famous one or a guy at work.
That thing you always dread doing, but regret if you don't do it?
They'll tell you Wait. Let it happen by itself, when its time comes.
You might be surprised how often you wait, churning, until
Waiting is seeing. It's always just happening,
And you're always just watching, enjoying the ride.
10.6.10
June 10: Notes of a meditator.
My true essence is not dependent on the thinking mind, being in which is like being in a wind tunnel: the experience of the inner world of thought and the outer world of sense ceaselessly flashes by. Only attention is unmoving, and as that becomes fixed, one feels the depths of its silence.
5.6.10
May 28 Desert after dusk
An orange moon rises above my garden wall;
A lone cricket whines in the mesquite.
Across the courtyard, the gardener and the kitchen monk
are singing and arguing, already drunk.
A lone cricket whines in the mesquite.
Across the courtyard, the gardener and the kitchen monk
are singing and arguing, already drunk.
June 5 Vertex
Thoughts chase each other like blackbirds in a gunmetal sky;
Success, satisfaction, happiness, all seem unobtainable.
The last of my strategies for progress has fallen in shards at my feet.
Only in this very moment do I feel the possibilities of life.
Success, satisfaction, happiness, all seem unobtainable.
The last of my strategies for progress has fallen in shards at my feet.
Only in this very moment do I feel the possibilities of life.
2.6.10
June 2: with the flu.
Writhing in bed with fever pains. Three AM the futon frame collapses sideways pinning me to the bedside bookcase. Pretty funny, really, but I'm miserable. Left calf goes into spasm as I struggle to get purchase on the sliding sheets. Somehow, me climbing up the near vertical mattress, the bed rights itself with a thump.
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