One step at a time

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Ideals exist in the mind, with absolutes of right and wrong, which tend to give us a sense of striving, of not being good enough  On the contrary, once we touch into the heart faculty, we connect more with the actual here and now and let go of the need to be prefect and certain. This brings about a deeper sense of balance and groundedness:

Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how.

The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. 

Agnes George de Mille, American dancer and Choreographer.

Sunday Quote: Broken but..

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Lessons learnt from the week that has passed.  Two different personalities using words in different ways: one path ascends, the other descends.

This was reinforced in a conversation with a close friend yesterday: The Western mind is performance driven, with value being given to the highest achiever. This might be good for external advancement and achievement, but will it last in terms of wisdom and inner peace?

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again, I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ring the bells that still can ring 
Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack in everything 
That’s how the light gets in 

Leonard Cohen, Anthem, died Friday November 11th

photo of centuries old rock in Glendalough

Our limited words

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 All of the wisdom traditions speak of the limitations of the interpretations or labels which we use to guide us through the day, or even through life. We form judgements about events and get strongly attached to those views, when we actually have no way of really knowing how things will turn out in the long run. Oftentimes, all we succeed in doing is raising our own anxiety. What we seek is that in each moment we have a direct experience of our life. The deepest realities about life, love and beauty cannot be put into words. 

The true seeing is when there is no seeing

Heze Shenshsui, Chinese Zen monk, 684 – 758

The disciples were absorbed in a discussion of Lao Tzu’s words ” Those who know do not say. Those who say do not know” When the Master entered they asked him what the words meant. The Master answered “Which of you knows the fragrance of a rose”.  All of them knew.  

Then he said “Put it into words” All of them were silent.

Anthony de Mello, One Minute Wisdom

photo mike plante

When things fall apart

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Today is the Feast of St Martin, traditionally one of the big feasts which defined how we should work with time and the pace of our lives. It marked the start of winter and signalled a change of tempo. From tomorrow, a forty  day period of  preparation for Christmas began, a time which recommended that we should slow down, simplify our activity, reflect and see what really endures. 

Perhaps this is fitting at the end of a tumultuous and frenetic week, which caused a lot of uncertainty in many people, and made us all examine our values,  and the different solutions to being human which are being offered. We need to see what will withstand the passing of time, the passing of empires and changing human paradigms.  It reminded us to connect with a deeper wisdom in order to learn how to deal with the frequently moving and disappointing nature of life: 

Whether we’re conscious of it or not, the ground is always shifting. Nothing lasts, including us. … It’s not impermanence per se that is the cause of our suffering. Rather, it’s our resistance to the fundamental uncertainty of our situation. Our discomfort arises from all of our effort to put ground under our feet, to realize our dream of constant okayness.

Pema Chodron, The Fundamental Ambiguity of Being Human

Trusting our inner sense

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The center that I cannot find
is known to my unconscious mind.

W.H. Auden

Brightness

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The only true antidote to always wanting more, as this 8th Century  reminds us, is to be aware of, and rooted in,  our inherent completeness, an awareness which will contradict the arising feeling of never being satisfied.

There is a solitary brightness without fixed shape or form.
It knows how to listen to the teachings,
it knows how to understand the teachings,
it knows how to teach.
That solitary brightness is you.

Linji Yìxuán, Chinese Zen Buddhist monk, died 866