The weeks of staying home now take tentative steps toward opening doors. I feel the shift in energy as a loosening, a lifting unseen shroud. The fear and anxiety that was easy to be caught in as the unknown tsunami threatened to break against our shores, has rippled and begins the next cycle or smoothing out and over what was. The sun keeps rising. Painting colours on the dawning horizon. Then departs again with a fanfare in the West. The ocean continues to surge against the sand, rising, falling, providing a carpet for the moon to scatter her pearls as she rises; so huge and luminous on her night of fullness. How miraculous the days of nature are. Their ebb and flow like clockworks of hidden structures.
I have been reading a bit of a book called the Hsin Hsin Ming. Here are a few verses:
The Great Way is not difficult
For those who have no preferences.
If you wish to see the truth
Then hold no opinions for or against anything.
Do not search for the truth
Only cease to cherish opinions.
One thing, all things;
Move among and intermingle,
To live in this realization
Is to be without anxiety about non-perfection.
To live in this faith is the road to non-duality,
Because the non-dual is one with the trusting mind.
After endless warm days with the skies so blue and a gracious divinity splashing light all around, the first chill of autumn reaches us. Leaves spiral in the winds and evening gathers early, bringing her quiet invitation to turn again towards home.
We have had practice now for a beckoning winter of hibernation. As we awaken from our slumber life demands more from us, the opportunity comes to sift through what is essential and what can be left on the back burner (for now at least). How to remain steadfast in this world of Samsara? It is the essence of all spiritual practices.
Peace and Love, Jim