(b)is-ness

I am grateful
for the *spark*
to revisit the inspiration
for this blog,
the dream for us all to
live in possibility
oh, how poetically,
swiftly,
a person
who made himself available
is guided
to the wellspring of wonder
tapping into his own potential
through playing his instrument
riding the wave of

one-buttock playing (!)

his music became the instrument
that touched souls,
lifted spirits,
and connected us to one another.
becoming fascinated
along the way
by mis-takes
in the garden of
discovery,

the ultimate glory

of these gifts

goes to the

higher source of power

which is so much

grander and vast

than our own concept of

their potential.

hallelujah.

passing through

In this place of tremendous insecurity

I raise my arms in the air and say

'how fascinating!'

for this blessed awakening

shines a light in the direction of the only security there actually is in my view,

groundlessness.
change.

living in a space beyond hope

and beyond fear,

in the present moment.

this insecurity keeps

my heart open.

practicing

seeing

with a fresh view,

my spirit has been moved

higher,

lower,

and wider.

who knew that it was possible to

lift lower!

for me this idea of lifting lower translates

within the rich duality of ones'

evolving comprehension of darkness

and spiritual mysteries,

intertwining the nature of those two notions

creates a

space between

where the

softness of loving and acceptance

and pure clarity

resides.

a space that simply

is.

a space that is the ground

made fertile by

cultivating into it

our manure of experience,

individually and collectively...

haven't yet arrived

but not just starting...

♥

perky

percolation:
seeping through an opening.

does the coffee bean have something to teach us about responding expansively to adversity?

unlike a carrot that starts out strong but then wilts
or an egg that starts out soft
then becomes hardened on the inside,
when heated in boiling water,

ground coffee beans become something

useful, tasty, even beautiful...

Into the fire of Life's mysteries I dance 

With the book of my heart wide open

I may find love

I may find pain

But only an open book can be written in

And I have stories to tell

~ 'Flamenco' by Kim McElroy 

...the family of things

parable

rooted in the profound yet simple experience

of loving and living

feeling and being

trying and reaching, and resting

listen

for the natural rhythm

of existence

breathing in

breathing out

gently merging

with the breath,

being breathed,

aaah, pure bliss

a dance 

with your greatest gift

~mh

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver