december 31 . 2016 ~ sending & receiving ~
begun with a simple drawing of a bird in flight ~
bird meets bird, the receptive meeting the active ~ and i am reminded of the Tibetan Buddhist practice of Tonglen ~
sending & receiving, giving and receiving
this practice is intended to develop our compassion and our ability to be present for our own suffering and the suffering of others ~
I resist and am humbled by the simple practice of breathing in suffering and letting go the relief of that suffering
awakening the heart
beginning with ourselves
“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
~ 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.