Went for a winter walk through the creek/forest just when the sun started to set and ended as the sky turned to night. Its amazing how snow that reflects a darkening sky glows warmly like soft sunshine. I loved looking up at the sky, blinking my eyes, only to open them and see the first stars of the night spontaneously appear..oh and I saw only one human — probably a hologram, lol. At the end an owl cat-called at me, sounding like a wild turkey in heat.
Was that a winter songbird
Echo a spring memory?
Maple and walnut trunks
Murmur hollow creaks —
As if heavy old cellar doors,
Not opened a thousand years.
Crispy leaf clusters
Clinging to naked branches
Flutter in harmony
The sound of waves
Striking million grains of sand —
Tousles and combs me
A Medusa’s mane
Alone I walk
In hodgepodge layers
That become my fur.
The sun seems happy
To see me.
I saw photos from a ceremony of young people becoming Buddhist monks and nuns at Plum Village. My heart felt so warm and happy upon seeing the photos. Parts of me are still connecting, and wondering if that will be my destiny some day.
because even today I still arrive.
Look at me: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird whose wings are still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone."
— Thich Nhat Hanh (via catwriter)
You exploded and swayed
With embracing flames
As I moved slowly beneath you.
Looking up through you
Sun showering through your layers,
Tingling my spine.
As time has passed
You stand still now —
A black skeletal silhouette.
Pale gray and peach skies
Embrace your frame from behind.
I see you
And my heart still swells.
I hear my minds’ voice smile:
“I still love you.”
I still love my favorite trees.
Once you genuinely let go of all that you desire, you become filled with quiet deep peace. At that moment of letting go, like clockwork, all that you previously desired floods into your life in an instant — yet you then realize the peace is the only thing you need to fill your heart, your being. Then you have the option to select your “desires” wisely, as to sustain that inner peace.
As you walk,
There is a moment
Where your stride
Does not touch the ground
And you float in air.
Watch yourself fly
In the present moment.
I find such progress deepening in my meditations as of late…
Then there comes a day suddenly
Where amnesia of a deeper life
Seems to run through my every cell.
My swan dive into a contemplative life becomes a belly flop.
Through years of intermittent practice,
I find my ego infiltrating and asking:
How am I not kind sometimes?
How am I in a fog sometimes?
I should be further along?
The ego intertwines with the true self
It wrestles for the spotlight —
Persisting and asking these questions.
Building intangible feelings of guilt and disappointment.
My true self will not answer such questions.
I know the answer.
I am human.
Years of practice…
Yet taking the spiritual path again and again.
I have started over countless times.
Some days, I start over a hundred times.
It is not easy as hopping on an old bicycle.
The vehicle to liberation of the soul
Changes in every infinite moment.
The true self will start over again and again
And set my ego free again and again.