Something unseen breathes your sweetness each day
Yes, over ten thousand times today a sacredness touches you
Breathe while you can.
Enthusiasm now more than discipline. Surrender to the Creative Process. Commit yourself, and all sorts of things occur to help you, that would never otherwise have occurred. From your decision, incidents and unforeseen favors and grace come your way. You see with new eyes and bless with a new heart.
Because of lack of belief in ourselves, we cling to the comforts of our material possessions and the comforts of someone else. What we tell ourselves today determines our future. What we have TOLD ourselves keeps us who we are. Do I have new thoughts? Am I walking the same walk? Don't rock the boat they say. Don't even get in the boat, because the river of the unknown may show you a new sunrise. Am I? Loving the same way. Praying the same way. Taking the same vitamins. Do I have any new goals, or old goals? Do I want to stay who I am? Do I know who I am? Do I know why I am here? Do I ask? Do I knock? Do I open? Am I trying to hard to be what I already am? The awaking from within. Oh Yes.
Maybe it's time we stop picking up the pain of others, and feel our own pain. As for me, I have carried my mother's pain, my children's pain, my father's pain, my wife's pain, and thought to myself, how special to do so much for the world. At nine years I was left in an orphanage, and many times I have let the wounded little boy run my life. I am awake now. I don't need others pains, or my past pains to dictate my life. I'll feel who I am now. I will walk gentler now with the river, knowing the current brings joys and pains and change. Oh yes.
Nothing can grow until the ground is turned over and crumbled. May we find new ways to kneel and kiss this ground. There is much written about vines, and fig trees and fruits. Can I really do greater things? Have I asked for the seeds of abundance this morning? Or have I told myself there is not enough? What I tell myself guides my footsteps as I perceive it to be. Your garden welcomes new seeds. Soon you will smell your own sacred fragrance.
It is hard to plant new seeds when the ground is still frozen. When I was a young boy at the orphanage, the nuns never touched me for many years. When I grew up, and began writing a book about my childhood, I went back, and asked them why. They said we were told never to touch the children. I told them they knew us boys were being touched. They allowed an older man who was raised there as a child to live and work at the orphanage. He was sexually abusing us boys. We use a few simple words called child abuse to describe the destruction. I was looking for a fatherly image then. Instead the abuse froze the ground I walked upon for many years. How many flowers never blossom, because of what dad did to them, and mother looked the other way? I think if the frozen seeds were counted they would number more than the stars in the sky. My garden today is full of flowers, yes and a few thorns too, but I keep throwing new seeds. The blame, and the shame never brought any water to my garden. Some say God's name is forgiveness. May we forgive ourselves, of what we were never guilty of.
TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT
Untangle the knot. Blunt the sharpness. Empty and be full. Don't try to hold on to the river. Stop searching; maybe nothing is lost. Bend and be straight. Wear out and be new. Be companions with the prophets. Remember Moses spoke to the sea. What happened then? Try no separation. I don't know what you need to do, maybe it's not in doing. I made a new name for God. I hope he still loves me. I now welcome, my beloved love, my creator blessed, the Radiant one, the Silent one. A new thought will not excommunicate you. If you search, you may find the ocean without the shore, or find your own fragrance in the garden, or best of all find the friend inside the friend. Oh yes.
There was a mystic poet who lived around 1200 a.d.. His name was Rumi.
Here are a few words he wrote and tasted about love:
"I drank the water from your spring, and felt the current take me."
Friend our closeness is this, anywhere you put your foot,
feel me in the firmness under you.
There was a dawn I remember, when my soul heard something from your soul.
You are the sky my spirit circles in, the resurrection place.
Lovers dont finally meet somewhere - theyre in each other all along.
There is a necessary dying, and Jesus is breathing again.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
Love is reckless, it makes the sea boil like a kettle.
Yes, out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.
Don't ask what love can make or do. Look in my eyes.
MY WORDS ABOUT THE SWEETNESS
You breathe inside my chest, and your honey turns to gold inside me.
My boat is looking for your sea.
Go the way of love, and live in the fragrance.
I welcome the water offered to the Samaritan woman, my friend and sister.
Learn from the sound of the love dog, as it moans for it's master.
When you stop a moment to look for me in your breath, I am there in your looking.
You are my soul's friend, come out in the darkness with me and feel the nearness.
I have a secret to tell you.
There is enough gold in this sack for us to buy the harp, and walk to the willows.
I don't regret how many ways I love, and I avoid those who repent of their passion.
Your lips light my candle and blow it out.
I am the thirsty man running into your sea.
I saw the rose under the cedar tree, and felt the snow on our faces,
and heard the thunder, and the bark of the love dog,
and my life was stolen from me then.
I have loved you with an everlasting love. So I am constant in my affection for you.
JEREMIAH 31 us 3
How little was I when my mother and father,
under the moons smile and the stars brightness, conceived me?
They are somewhere else now, and I am still here,
with a sack full of the seeds of abundance, and I still have time to plant.
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