Inner confidence

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Suffering sometimes arises when we seek outside ourselves – in others or in achievements – what has to be found within:

I have nothing to defend,  for all is of equal value to me.

I cannot lose anything in this
place of abundance
I have found.

Catherine of Siena,  Catholic Saint and mystic, 1347 – 1380

Just reflections in the moon

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There was a very clear super moon last night.

In Chinese philosophy, the “10, 000 things” is a shorthand way of talking about all the experiences –  good and bad – which arise and pass away in our day.

This poem reminds us not to give too much substance to all the things which arise today:

Sitting alone in peace before these cliffs
the full moon is heaven’s beacon
the ten thousand things are all reflections
the moon originally has no light

Han-shan, 9th Century legendary Chinese figure.

Let them pass through

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Spaciousness does not come by arriving at a state of mind where thoughts and emotions simply do not arise and disturb us. On the contrary, difficulties are part of life, and emotions connected to them will always arise. Rather it comes when we can hold such mental events in awareness in such a way that we do not give them, or the stories and dramas that make up our personality, the importance that they clamour for:

Yes, there is the purity of these autumn waters extending out to the horizon

But how does that compare with the haziness of the moon on a Spring night?

Most people want to have pure clarity

But sweep as you will, you cannot empty the mind

Keizan Jokin, the “Great Patriarch” 1268 – 1325, second founder of the Soto Zen School

Sunday Quote: Spacious

sunrise

The world is vast

and the body and breath are spacious

when we are at ease with ourselves and others

Michael Stone, from his lovely book, Awake in the World

photo of early morning sun in Glendalough, on a beautiful Saturday in October which reminded me of Rilke :

I would like to step out of my heart

and go walking beneath the enormous sky.

Saturday in October: Loosening

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When things in work start to overwhelm me and cause a struggle, or when someone does something that causes fear,  I notice that two things tend to happen – I get a type of tightening or contraction in the body  and a feeling of speeding up in the mind. So this poet’s petition is a nice one to echo on this Saturday morning: Let the day begin gently, and let space enter in, expand and slow me down. Let the leaves fall one by one, and may their letting go permeate into my bones. 

We do not have to learn how to contract; we find it easy to turn away, to freeze and to blame…

We do have to practice letting go and holding the heart open, to learn how to soften:

O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!

Robert Frost, from October.

photo david mastin

True self, false self

lake-glendalough

We spend a lot of time creating suffering through imagining scenarios that never actually come to pass. These can be with us even as we get up in the morning. One way the different traditions try to help with this is by encouraging us to drop into the natural calm that lies beneath the restless thoughts – our natural wakefulness, our “true face”. Being mindful is something intrinsic to the mind, not something foreign we are trying to bring in. It is like sinking below the ripples on the surface of the lake and finding calm depths beneath.

In this high place, it is as simple as this,
leave everything you know behind.

Step toward the cold surface, say the old prayer of rough love
and open both arms.

Those who come with empty hands
will stare into the lake astonished
there in the cold light, reflecting cold snow

the true shape of your own face

David Whyte, Tilokal Lake