Thursday, March 3, 2011

tree vision

Without the body and the mind, the trees couldn't see themselves.
Usually we think that we are looking at a tree, but the tree is looking at itself through us.
Without this instrument, the tree doesn't get to see itself. We are sensing instruments of the Divine.


Thirty-seven (and a nod to my big brother who is thirty-nine today).  Time is such a strange thing, it ticks and tocks with abandon and the form dances to its rhythm with frenetic urgency. The essential Self remains unchanged, watching with an openness that astonishes.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.
Still treat each guest honorably,
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
- Rumi