Today, home is where I am flying back to . . . the place where I can unpack my bags, gather my thoughts, indulge in a steamy hot bubble bath and a clean change of cloths and decide where to head off to next---enjoying the best espresso on earth and unlimited highspeed internet connection ( typing this from a tiny mountain side cybercafe) . . ok, it's a veritable haven of creature comforts :-D
i'm constantly striving to die to (give up?) my past in each new moment--- have found that's the only way to BE present right here, right now . . .don't see how it would be possible to "give up my life" to anyone or anything-- seems to me that life always IS & always will BE :-D so who am "I" to think there is a choice ?
duh. . . what kind of a secret would that be if I told all you Gais ? ? ?
ps--how bout a non-secret, then . . . I LOVE YOU ALL cuz you're ALL GOD !
I (ONE-) love the we in all it's various forms (& non-forms) of me----who, then, is there to NOT understand?
breathing in, I open deeper in ONELOVE awareness
breathing out, I radiate the aliveness that I AM !
construction. . . eeeeekkkk! ! ! ! yes, complete w/ porta-potty immediately outside my frontdoor---pondering the deeper meaning & feng shui connotations of this predicament ! ok-ok, even MORE space clearing & re-building my life from scratch. after embracing, liquidating & laboring all summer long, am definately persuing that sailing vacation in Barcelona w/ the deep blue MED. as my all-healing horizon. . .
for over half a century this current move---thankfully, still checking in w/ my original Planet too on a regular basis :-D
. . . three scoops w/ organic hot chocolate sauce :-D
(repost from march 2008)
The Self We Share
Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
with bread.The cave wants nothing to do
with the sun. This is dumb, the self-
defeating way we've been. A gold mine is
calling us into its temple. Instead, we
bend and keep picking up rocks from the
ground. Every thing has a shine like gold,
but we should turn to the source! The
origin is what we truly are. I add a little
vinegar to the honey I give. The bite of
scolding makes ecstasy more familiar. But
look, fish, you're already in the ocean:
just swimming there makes you friends with
glory. What are these grudges about? You
are Benjamin. Joseph has put a gold cup
in your grain sack and accused you of being
a thief. Now he draws you aside and says,
"You are my brother. I am a prayer. You're
the amen." We move in eternal regions, yet
worry about property here. This is the
prayer of each: You are the source of my
life. You separate essence from mud. You
honor my soul. You bring rivers from the
mountain springs. You brighten my eyes. The
wine you offer takes me out of myself into
the self we share. Doing that is religion.
- Rumi. . .translated by Coleman Barks