The reach of your compassion reveals the degree of your wideawakeness
the authenticity of your unconditional freedom
is the reach of your compassion.
Compassion begins at home. Begins here.
Are you free to feel the immeasurable depth of your unspeakable pain?
to melt into its fear-full embrace without withdrawal?
to dive deeper yet, without coming up for air
without gasping or grasping for causes, meanings, healing?
to arrive at the altar of the world’s pain;
to light your small candle there amongst the galaxy of flickering lights
and on that sacred clay, to drop to your knees and whisper the holy halleluiah?
Are you that free?
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Someone tells me, migraine-wracked me, “It’s all an illusion.”
In spite of vomiting and pain I have to agree, since there’s no suffering happening. I have learned that to avoid, to move away from whatever suchness is presently presenting, is to suffer.
But in the contrary way of unbidden questions something asks, “If the experience of sickness can be said to be an illusion, what’s aware of the illusion; what knows it to be an illusion?”
The Awareingness that’s aware isn’t a thing. And nothing can be found outside of this Awareing-Knowing, so, how could any experience be said to be an illusion or not-an-illusion?
“Don’t overlook the Reality within the illusion!”
said someone very wise
and this is the most powerful and comforting
mind-medicine one can offer
More musings on Grace: The ‘something’ that happens to return me to now, to Life, is usually something I want least. I mean, who would welcome pain and immobility? Who would sign up for surrender of career, colleagues and culture?
We love to welcome Grace in its function as provider of pleasant surprises and serendipities. But Grace can also bring unpleasant surprises.
Grace is function and fire.
Grace is Life’s creative dynamism.
Grace is Life on the return loop of Its journey.
Grace is what undoes ‘me.’
Sitting later today. The sun is hotter, the shadows shorter; traffic noise is louder, but drowned out by a raucous conversation being held outside my window.
Four flying rainbows called lorikeets are in a dispute with one huge kookaburra: What a drama! What a racket! You’d think a flock of fifty birds was out there, but no, only five. First class Australian citizens . . . (only joking!)
pain, sinus, head-cold, cough, temperature, toothache, knee-collapse
body demands attention and is receiving it
there is no desire for any of this to be other-than-it-is:
just now, like this, right here.
and this is the peace that was hungered for, sought
in every hopeful thought
it’s a big say, but it can’t be denied:
hope is the enemy of peace
for hope-full thoughts abandon actuality
projecting an idea-l scenario and
sabotaging the movement of an
which knows without knowing
and acts beyond right or wrong
pain in gum: tooth trouble
pain in throat: head cold
how extraordinary to find
that pain and peace entwine!
when the response is relaxation
into whatever life presents,
when agony and angst are fully allowed,
pain simply does its physiological work;
and intelligence responds
That, which lives this body
and awares its pain and discomfort
knows no suffering
this is what I found out, not from a book or a teacher,
but from looking at life without looking for a way out:
the root of all evil and of all tragedy and of all pain
is the belief in a solid, separate ‘me’
in victims and victimizers;
what happens should not happen;
there is a ‘me’ to suffer;
that a way must be found to avoid such suffering
the extent to which this might seem callous and cold
is the extent of one’s addiction to belief in
self as something – anything
but please, don’t believe me for one minute
find out for yourself