sending & receiving

work in process

 

 december 31 . 2016 ~ sending & receiving ~ 

begun with a simple drawing of a bird in flight ~ 

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 bird meets  bird,  the receptive meeting the active ~ and i am reminded of the Tibetan Buddhist practice of Tonglen ~

sending & receiving, giving and receiving

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this practice is intended to develop our compassion and our ability to be present for our own suffering and the suffering of others ~

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I resist and am humbled by the simple practice of breathing in suffering and letting go the relief of that suffering

12/13/16

awakening the heart

12/12/16

beginning with ourselves

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“The harvest I expected was washed away, but no matter, Joseph fell like the moon into the well of my soul. So listen, I don’t want learning or dignity or respectability. I want this music that I hear, and the dawn and the warmth of your beloved cheek against mine. Yes, I can hear the grief armies coming and assembling again, but I’m not going with them this time.” – Rumi

https://www.upaya.org/dox/Tonglen.pdf

 

 ~ on the eve of 2017 ~

 

At The End Of The Year

by John O’Donohue

 

The particular mind of the ocean

Filling the coastline’s longing

With such brief harvest

Of elegant, vanishing waves

Is like the mind of time

Opening us shapes of days.

 

As this year draws to its end,

We give thanks for the gifts it brought

And how they became inlaid within

Where neither time nor tide can touch them.

 

The days when the veil lifted

And the soul could see delight;

When a quiver caressed the heart

In the sheer exuberance of being here.

 

Surprises that came awake

In forgotten corners of old fields

Where expectation seemed to have quenched.

 

The slow, brooding times

When all was awkward

And the wave in the mind

Pierced every sore with salt.

 

The darkened days that stopped

The confidence of the dawn.

 

Days when beloved faces shone brighter

With light from beyond themselves;

And from the granite of some secret sorrow

A stream of buried tears loosened.

 

We bless this year for all we learned,

For all we loved and lost

And for the quiet way it brought us 

Nearer to our invisible destination.