Let go

The universe does not revolve around us.
The stars and planets,
spinning through the ballroom of space,
dance with one another
quite outside of our small life.
We cannot hold gravity or seasons;
even air and water inevitably evade our grasp.

Why not, then, let go?

We could move through time
like a shark through water,
neither restless or ceasing,
absorbed in and absorbing the native element.
Why pretend we can do otherwise?
The world comes in at every pore,
mixes in our blood
before breath releases us into the world again.

Did we think the fragile boundary of our skin
could build a wall?

Let’s listen.
Every molecule is humming its particular pitch.
Of course we are a symphony.
Whose tune do we think
the planets are singing
as they dance?

 Lynn Ungar,  Boundaries

Just begin

Don’t waste time calculating your chances of success or failure. 

Just fix your aim and begin

Chinese Master Guan Yin Tzu quoted in Stephen Cope, The Great Work of Your life

Embodied practice

Re-examine all you have been told 
at school or church or in any book;
Dismiss whatever insults your own soul;
And your very flesh shall be a great poem, 

and have the richest fluency, not only in its words,
But in the silent lines of its lips and face,
And between the lashes of your eyes,
and in every motion and joint of your body.

Walt Whitman, Preface to Leaves of Grass, 1855 edition

A new day, a new week

 

“Let there be Buechner”. And why not? Out of the primeval chaos of sleep he calls me to be life again.   He calls me to be this rather than that; he calls me to be here rather than there; he calls me to be now rather than then.  Waking into the new day, we are all of us Adam on the morning of creation, and the world is ours to name. 

Out of many fragments we are called to put back together a self again.

Frederick Buechner, The Alphabet of Grace

Sunday Quote: Unknown

One is never afraid of the unknown;

one is afraid of the known coming to an end.

Jiddu Krisnamurti

Healing our wounds

Looking down into my father’s
dead face
for the last time
my mother said without
tears, without smiles
without regrets
but with civility
“Good night, Willie Lee, I’ll see you
in the morning.”

And it was then I knew that the healing
of all our wounds
is forgiveness
that permits a promise
of our return
at the end.

Alice Walker, Collected Poems