Her mind free from thought,
her appearance calm and tranquil,
her forehead beams simplicity.
Her chill is as elemental as autumn, her warmth that of spring. Her joy and anger flow like the four seasons. She always does what’s suitable, and has no limitations … Without showing affection her blessings extend through ten generations.
She has her likes and dislikes. What she likes is the One and what she dislikes is also the One. What is One is One, and what is not One is also One.
Such a person lets the gold stay hidden in the mountains,
and the pearls sleep in the deep waters.
She doesn’t consider property or money to be a benefit
and avoids riches and honors.
She doesn’t rejoice in long life,
nor grieve over early death.
She doesn’t account prosperity a blessing,
nor is ashamed of poverty.
From scattered pages of the book of Chuang Tzu
As I listen to the sounds of running water I am transported to my bedroom, 37 years ago. The window is open and the river runs just outside. The crickets are singing, and the frogs are croaking. I see the light of the moon shine through the curtain.
The shock of quiet is great when city life is left behind. No people sounds, no neon lights, stars come out at night and the wonder of it is amazing. The city takes nature from the human and gives constant disruption.
Tar bubbles in the pavement on a hot day, poked and deflated with a little stick. Pitch bubbles in the bark of the trees, popped and watched as it flows out and down. Sticky spots on hands where dirt clings to the pitch spots, the aroma strong and pure. Sun glistening on the rivers waves, watched as the water flows through bend after bend, seen from the top of the highest tree.
Red ant hills alive with scurrying ants, working to tend their home. Black ants flying about before they land and drop their wings. Old coca cola bottle buried in the hard soil from long ago. Trail along rivers edge, grasses grown high on either side. Deer flies, Horse flies, mosquitoes.
Field of green grass, trees at the edge where deer and elk bed down for the night. Mushrooms and wild strawberries, three petaled flowers, fallen trees feeding them all. Birds flying through the branches, resting there too. Squirrels, coyotes, bear, and cougar. Fish spawning and resting in the banks of hidden rivers edges.
The wind blows though the hair, brushing the skin, filling the lungs. Deep breaths, a song is sung for the pleasure of my ears, and those I do not see. A prayer given to the forest, questions asked which are answered, in thought, in sensing.
Blessings, these memories are, for when I remember I am transported once again to this place, this quiet haven where so few travel.
There is a fork in the road. Looking from above it can be seen as one path becoming two, OR it can be seen and two paths becoming one. Coming and going, there is unity or division. The way traveled will determine what that path means for you, and what you desire in your life … union, or separation.
I roamed the infinite last night and came to a place where light skinned people worked the food stores. There was complaining as they stocked the shelves, they did not want to work the whole of their weekend. The tan skinned people lounged in their outdoor hot tubs located in the currents of the river. The waters were somewhat of an aqua color, everyone was smiling and laughing, men, women & children. Joy was upon their faces and one man looked directly at me.
I wonder why some who have one appearance must serve others with differing physical characteristics, instead of all serving each other. Will this fork in the road forever have this split?
It seems just as people are meshing together, some war, here or there, is concocted to tear people apart. It seems to me that separation is orchestrated by the monetarily wealthy with made up scenarios. It appears a connection of souls is not on the agenda … for some. If people stopped warring with each other, there would be no need for a certain group to direct the majority into chaos and battle … power would level out among the people and harmony would prevail.
The chances of peace happening are very real … if only people would think with their main brain and not use the head brain for following orders blindly, for believing lies told without questioning the truth of it, or the objective.
Once the main objective is found and understood, it should be carefully considered … is it good for the people, is it ethical, is it moral, will it facilitate peace and joy, or will it cause destruction and pain? If the latter, I am hoping the inner most part of a soul would reject it, and move toward a more positive solution for whatever issue arises.
I pour myself a cup of coffee, it is quite tasty this early morning. My pups decided 3:30am was a good time to wake me. I laid there after their morning potty break and dozed for a time, but here I am … thinking again. I find that what enters mind in these earliest hours, tells a story which is most true, it bares the soul for what it finds important before the days activity can cause distraction.
The lights went out, I suppose they weren’t meant to last forever. I’m left with a half string, glowing in the dark. Perhaps life is the same, shining for awhile and then out in a flash ~ not to be seen any longer, by human eyes, that is.
I wonder why it is that speaking seems a little backward. I begin, and then end with what should have started it all. Computers are a grand thing in that they allow opportunity to cut and paste. Maybe you recall the days of typewriters … the erasing process was not easy, often one had to start all over.
Those who say they know also say that Creator is aware of our conscious thought as well as our unconscious thought, knowing our hearts and intentions better than even we. They say that what we say and do cannot be hidden, for all is heard and seen. Yet when people say they ‘hear’ someone talking which others do not they are deemed ‘crazy’ and in need of medication, Why are these two not tied into each other and an attempt made to understand fully?
In dreams messages come, and we are not the only ones who see. Little mini movies play out and our integrity is tested … will we fight, will we protect, will we love, will we hate? Consciously it is the same ~ will we be grateful, will we be patient, will we care?
Psychics and mediums are all over this world. There are many who have this ability, yet do not understand that this is what it is. Traditional medicine answers every time with pharmaceutical which dulls the mind, we have no spiritual guides here who are willing to assist, not without much money and many are only scams. One must travel to find those who actually practice this connection and have knowledge of the truth of it. Most do not have this opportunity for travel, so are left to swim in this unknown sea alone.
I think of the animals which are abused and killed, how some people actually enjoy doing this. My mind is boggled by the coldness of some and I wonder what their dreams are like … knowing I really do not want to know. I do not even want to know them when they are conscious, putting on the show of having a heart, of caring. I do not want to partake in their activity, even remotely, this is why I stopped eating meat … this ‘food’ wants to live too, wants to love and be loved.
These are the types of things I think of in the early morning hours. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help this situation. There is … and I’m doing it, yet it seems such a small contribution to the betterment of the whole. If only others were doing the same (I know many are) then maybe peace would come quicker. Maybe we would help each other, and all life, and compassion would grow.
What’s in your garden?
May the sound of this bell penetrate deep within the cosmos. Even in the darkest of spots, all living beings are able to hear it clearly. So that all suffering in them ceases. Understanding comes to their heart and they transcend the path from sorrow and death.
Listening to the bell I feel the afflictions in me begin to dissolve, My mind calm, my body relaxed, a smile is born on my lips. Following the sound of the bell my breath brings me back to the safe island of mindfulness. In the garden of my heart the flowers of peace bloom beautifully.
Beautiful flower, she sits and drums with hands. Her hair flows just as free as her spirit coming forth into the room.
Pure joy and happiness fill the air and union takes place with others. A fellowship develops as all drummers and rattlers sinc into balance.
A man gets up and barrels a deep throaty vibrato, his voice sends chills through spines.
A woman rises and begins to move to the sound, flowing as water in a clear running stream.
Sage fills the air, and an energy so rich connects them all. True wealth has nothing to do with paper dollars, and everything to do with this connection.
Seekers will find each other, and no amount of regulation can keep a free spirit down, especially when they reach for one another creating bonds that will never break.