'The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.' Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
Two short poems...
I wrote this durin a time of big shifts in my life. I remember feeling like was un pealing like a banana. And not being sure if I liked or even new what tender bits of me were going to be revealed.
This is a re hashing of a poem by Abbot Paul Haller from the Tassahara Zen Center -"impermanence"
If it's tricky to read/ decode my hand writing please comment bellow and I'll type it up.
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East Coker – excerpt (from Four Quartets) by T. S. Eliot
I especially love the last six lines of this.
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away–
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing–
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
A poem by David Whyte that I have enjoyed.
When your eyes are tired the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own.
There you can be sure you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb tonight.
The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up on all other worlds except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness
to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.
― David Whyte
― David Whyte
Cohen- Sept '11
Cohen 4th Sept '11
I wake, as if from a dream.
The world appears....?
...and the world appears!
Clarity squeeze,
Diluted fragments of other peoples minds.
Convinced recollections are mind no more,
Nor are they yours.
With this incessant merging,
Clarity may be viewed as confused.
Reality is no longer a reference point.
Judgments, intentions, obsessions,
Where do these worlds exist?
Statements made unknowingly.
Ethereal conversations behind the eyes.
Someone else's world thrown forth in front of you,
Echoes of rule books, penance and half forgotten mantras.
The buzz that makes me me and you you.
All sense of truth is lost in the noise of the collision.
But that is not all.
There is always so much more.
Nature beats at her potential.
The quiet room is always still,
The movie screen lays blank beneath the projectors image.
And all these concepts of 'I' hold no wisdom.
For I am free, I am aware, and I know myself,
I know this body.
It is my vessel on this voyage through existence,
It is me.
It is the truth, I am the movie image,
And the space between.
I am the experience,
I am the conditions,
I am the rememberer,
the projector,
the forest pool,
the awakened,
The dreamer, the lover, the hated and the kind.
For all are shadows, moments on rice paper walls.
They are our potential,
Each wait for there moment to be expressed.
They are our reality, they are the truth,
The collision is the moment.
The chaos is the beauty.
NOTES-23/7/12. The end of things
We learn, all things have there own true nature.
We have set out on a journey, to discover our own internal potential- to realise our nature.
In life so much happens, at times we may convince ourselves that these are hinderences to 'the way we know to be true'. Just as that is our nature our nature is also to know ourselves. And through this 'knowing' we discover that we are always able to achieve our potential.
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