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
My practice
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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/