Leaves in the wind

When you encounter difficulties, the feelings and stories that arise in reaction are just that, feelings and stories.

They are whirlwinds of confusion, based not in what is happening now but in deeply held beliefs about you and your relationship to the world.

Let them swirl- leaves in the wind.

Sometimes you fall back into them and lose touch with the present, but a moment of recognition always comes. Right then, come back to your body, come back to your breath, and rest. The confusion, the stories and the feelings are still there.

They continue to swirl, but you are not lost in them. 

Ken McLeod, Reflections on Silver River, teachings on Tokmé Zongpo’s 37 Practices of a Bodhisattva’

Leaves and Rivers

Separate the leaves in your life from the river which keeps flowing.

Boundless,

without end

the leaves fall,

rustling down.

Endlessly,

unceasing,

the great river flows on,

rolling along in swirling waves.

Du Fu, 712-770, Tang Dynasty.

(This poem is considered the greatest example of lushi poetry in the Chinese language)

Sunday Quote: words

Nothing has ever been said about God

that hasn’t already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

Thomas Merton

Sunday Quote: Circles

Summer Solstice

The person sees the morning as the beginning of a new day; takes germination as the start in the life of a plant, and withering as its end.

But this is nothing more than biased judgment on his part.

Nature is one.

There is no starting point or destination, only an unending flux, a continuous metamorphosis of all things.

Masanobu Fukuoka, 1913 – 2008, Japanese farmer and philosopher 

enduring strength

Springtime. We trust the grass to rise again; Trust your own returning.

Let us not forget to be quietly powerful,

growing like a blade of grass.

Omid Safi

Float

We could try this in this new month

We spend so much energy trying to control the small things: This poem invites us to stop bracing and asks: what if you trusted that your own letting go is no different? Maybe the best approach is a lightness of touch. 

Simply trust

Do not the cherry blossom petals gently float down

just like that?

Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1828