Saturday, September 1, 2012

Zero Circle


Be helpless, dumbfounded,
unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
    to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
If we say we can, we’re lying.
If we say No, we don’t see it,
that No will behead us
and shut tight our window onto Spirit.
So let us rather not be sure of anything,
beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
we shall be saying finally,
with tremendous eloquence,      Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
we shall be a mighty kindness.

                                        Rumi 




1 comment:

  1. My practice
    is to create mindful poetry
    from the threads of my wife’s gaze,
    my child’s cry,
    the undercurrent of my shame,
    and the calm blue of Winter sky
    (where unseen winds fly)

    Here I walk, head-strong, mind-blown
    from room to room of my life…
    Who’s life?

    A pelican, with the grace of being what is,
    wings spread above the sand and waves
    creates an illusion of stillness
    in the spinning of the wind
    interwoven with all life

    Rest in connection
    this illusion is no illusion
    this life is life

    We must not think ourselves
    too ugly to be grateful
    (grace is being)
    too broken to be in love
    (love is holding)
    too regretful to be wise
    (wisdom is learning)

    Where we are is our beginning place
    who we are is everything

    Reweave the worn threads of your identity
    into a garment of everyday kindness
    which may speak your true names…

    Who we are is Everything…

    https://seedmind.wordpress.com/2012/08/10/who-we-are-is-everything-my-practice-3/

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