Awareness is the centre of what we call ‘mind’, but normally of course, the mind is awareness plus regret, or longing, or analysis, or sidetrack and rumbling trains of thought moving forward, backwards – or anywhere except the simply open present. So it takes training, but with guidance and effort, the meditator centres on awareness as the feature of the mind that is constant, irreducible and needs no comment. Consequently, as awareness releases from these associated activities, it is revealed in its depth and warm beauty. It’s a given treasure.
Ajahn Sucitto, Mind out of Time
And I have dreamed
of the morning coming in
like a bird through the window
not burdened by a thought
the light a singing
as I had hoped
Wendall Berry, The Design of the House
photo LiAnna Davis
One day the sun admitted,
I am just a shadow.
I wish I could show you
The Infinite Incandescence
That has cast my brilliant image!
I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,
The astonishing Light
Of your own Being!
photo D Sharon Pruitt
There’s a necessary dying…Be ground.
Be crumbled so wildflowers will come up where you are.
You’ve been stony too many years. Try something different.
The winter solstice. The shortest, darkest, day can still be full of things to look forward to:
...this is the slowed down season, held fast by darkness
and if no one comes to keep you company
then keep watch over your own solitude.
In that stillness, you will learn
with your whole body
the significance of cold
and the night,
which is otherwise always eluding you.
Patricia Fargnoli, Winter Grace
The shortest days of the year. Our ancestors feared that the sun has lost the battle and that darkness could win the day. However, moments of light and darkness alternate in every life. No matter how dark a place we find ourselves in from time to time, or how deeply we feel buried, if we come to see that all circumstances change and pass away, we get in touch with a deeper, more natural wisdom. Each moment is complete, even if it is not perfect. We can hold moments of darkness without completly identifying with them.
Deep in their roots,
all flowers keep the light.
Theodore Roethke, American Poet
photo Ian Capper