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Showing posts with label Wakefulness. Show all posts
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Friday, May 1, 2020

Wake Up!- Rumi & Hendrick


The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you...

Don't go back to sleep!

Rumi

~

All over the world people are waking up to a new reality
To how little control we really have.
To what really matters.

Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.

Today - breathe.
Listen, behind the noises of your panic...
The birds are singing again,
the sky is clearing.

Spring is here...

And we are always encompassed by Love.

Open the windows of your soul...

Richard Hendrick
Irish Franciscan Monk

via - Rays

~



Photos - I brought this potted Mum in for the winter
not knowing if it would survive.
As you can see it became "leggy", part of it died off.
But low and behold, somewhere in the 2nd week of April
I noticed a lonely bud - which bloomed by April 19th!
Take heart - Life is resilient and keeps living Itself!
Maybe we can actually create a livable environment...

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Listening and Remembering - David Whyte


“In the first hardly noticed moment
in which you wake,
coming back
to this life
from the other
more secret,
and honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening
into the day
which closes
the moment
you begin your plans…

What you can plan
is too small
for you to live…


To be human
is to become visible
while carrying
what is hidden
as a gift to others…

To remember
the other world
in this world
is to live in your
true inheritance.


Now,
 looking through
the slanting light
of the morning window
toward the presence
of everything
that can be,
what urgency
calls you to
your
one
love?

~

All those years
forgetting
how everything
has its own voice
to make
itself
 heard.

All those years
forgetting
how easily
you can belong
to everything
by
simply
listening

And the slow
remembering
~
~
~
[that]

What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.

[that]

Inside everyone
is a great shout
of joy
waiting
to
be
born

So let this winter
of listening
be enough
for the
new
life”
~


David Whyte

~

Excerpts from: “What to Remember When Waking”
and
”The Winter of Listening”
by David Whyte

From: The House of Belonging




Friday, September 3, 2010

Vigilant Window

I find it interesting that the word “vigilant” contains the word “vigil” – which means “a watch kept during normal sleeping hours. A period or act of observing.” It is the sense of wakefulness. This is what “window sitting” is for me, what it has become - a vigil of wakefulness. Not a vigil *for* anything in particular, but just a period of silent meditative awareness, both outwardly and inwardly – just listening. I don’t know what to expect when I sit, what the vigil will bring, so I just wait and see. And something usually always presents itself to be seen.

The last few nights at the window the dogs next door have been out, providing both a source of amusement and distraction to my window vigil. They have been particularly vigilant, exceptionally watchful, waiting for their owner to come home and let them in – whimpering. They appear to be very anxious as well, frantically running from one end of the yard to the other – fearful, reactive to every little movement, barking at shadows - hyper-vigilant, running themselves ragged. A chorus of coyotes yelps and howls from the field just a couple of houses away when the dogs bark, which spooks the dogs and makes them more hyper – and gives me the chills. I can feel their fear. And my heart feels for them, for their fear, for their obvious suffering. I want to take them in, to tell them they are safe and protected. I wonder if their owner is even aware that they suffer like this when he is gone – obviously not… Do any of us really know how another suffers unless we’re paying attention…

As I watched them I knew there was something to be seen here. They reminded me of how I used to be – vigilant, fearful, anxious about life, constantly anticipating what was going to happen – anticipating attacks – being on guard – suffering inwardly. And I remembered, vigilance wants safety and control, wants life to be predictable and tries hard to get it that way in order to avoid the messiness of life, the chaos and uncertainty. The mind on vigilance, like on some drug, is constantly running scenarios of fear - feeling out of control - and uses vigilance as a false sense of control. But it is draining to keep a vigilant mind. A vigilant mind becomes a critical and judgmental mind – never satisfied.

Keeping vigil, however, is peaceful, calming, restful, life sustaining instead of depleting life with nervous energy. Keeping vigil at the window, this period of inner meditative wakefulness, has provided a new perspective, a new view – a new sense of conscious awareness that is different than vigilance. There is less of a sense of responsibility for others, of needing to be on top of things, trying to control what others are doing or not doing, or how I am performing. There is a softening towards myself and others, and an openness to the way life is going; a wait and see approach – like sitting at the window… Little by little I’ve noticed that in keeping vigil at the window, the vigilant mind is settling into a new rhythm, and life is feeling more joyful. Imagine that…

~*~


Thursday, April 1, 2010

Wakefulness

This morning I awoke to a cool, clean Spring breeze wafting through the window (pictured above) and the sound of a bird chirping. It brought me to my senses :) - that is the sense of awareness, of Life being lived beyond my immediate concerns, beyond my anxieties and fears, beyond my mental projections, and to the sense of wakefulness to that Life being lived outside my window – like a whole other world that I had forgotten about in the life experiences of the last few weeks. And yet, I also know that it is not “outside” – it is here. It is Life Itself – living everything - everywhere - at all times - in all places. I know this, and yet something has apparently “gone back to sleep” – become “unaware” of the greater context of The Mystery being lived here, and was awakened again this morning in the breeze.

I have been reading Zen Heart by Ezra Bayda in bits and pieces since last Sunday. These are the bits and pieces that spoke to me: “When the veil of separation rises (we see that) Life simply unfolds as it will… We are no longer caught in the self-centered dream.” We must “turn away from our mechanicalness of waking sleep and be more awake to the texture of life… be open to the willingness to just experience life exactly as it is… Waking up is about awareness. Waking up is about saying yes to everything. Awareness is about *residing* in what is, exactly as it is. Awareness is what heals.” Awareness, he says, *is* “the practice.”

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell…
Don’t go back to sleep.

Rumi