If I could go through my days
allowing myself to be surprised
by the countless ways the sacred
manifests in the mundane
I would live a life of wonder.
Why should I wait to be awestruck
by the majesty of the world?
It is in the mountains
and in a loaf of bread,
in the oceans
and in the kitchen sink,
in the forests
and in the recycling bin.
The majesty is everywhere around us
because the majesty is us.
I take a deep breath.
I remember I am free.
I pause, and see
that nothing can hold me back
but my negative, self-limiting beliefs.
Then I remember
I am not my thinking,
I am an opportunity for life to know itself,
for connections to be made
for joy to be shared
for realizations to be had.
I am the potential for self-discovery
and the beauty that arises
from deep, authentic, unguarded loving.
When I remember the truth of myself,
for myself, within myself,
the beauty of this existence
enfolds me in Universal knowing,
and I can feel the most marvelous
potentials within me
growing, growing, growing.
A cure for the days when it’s cold and rainy
and you’re in a funk:
A game called “One Hundred Things I Love.”
If you’re with a friend or several,
you can take turns completing this sentence:
Just keep going around and around
sharing what you love
until you can feel your mood lifting.
If you are by yourself, take a sheet of paper
and write I LOVE in huge letters at the top.
Then start thinking of all the things you love,
and write them down, one by one.
It only takes a minute
and you’ll feel a million times better…
no more room for an ick sauce funky mood!
hot chocolate on a cold day
kittens sleeping on my lap
kissing my children’s sleeping faces
wading into a cold stream in the summertime
watching a sunset over the ocean
writing in my journal
playing my guitar
a crisp, juicy apple
the sound of rain
walking in the woods
a gentle breeze
the smell of holly blossoms
riding my bike
and on and on and on…
Isn’t life AWESOME?
If you don’t think so,
play “One Hundred Things I Love”!!!
What is the opposite of pretense?
Quiet, calm, radiating confidence,
lovingkindness, sweetness, joy,
Being in the presence of the monks
I’m reminded of what safety is,
and simplicity, and humility,
And it’s the inner beauty
that touches me far more deeply
than anything I look upon.
They taught us about impermanence tonight,
sweeping up the gorgeous mandala
and pouring the sand into the river.
What cannot be erased is the joy
felt by so many beloveds
sharing in this vibrant experience
of taking in such beauty
and letting it go completely.
If I cannot see the beauty
in this moment
then my eyes are not open wide enough.
May I allow my whole self
to open to this moment:
eyes, ears, heart, mind, body, and soul.
May I take it all in,
and give it all away again,
because in this life of impermanence
nothing is ever truly ours.
We live on borrowed time
in bodies that have been rented to us.
Let us honor our agreements,
make good on our contracts,
and when it’s time to move out,
let’s leave the place better than how we found it.
Thank you for being so beautiful,
for always bringing me
exactly what I’ve needed.
Thank you for not giving me
everything I’ve always wanted.
With each passing year
I can see that some of the things
I wanted before
would have denied me
that have brought me here,
and I love this moment.
Thank you, Life,
for all of the good things
that make up this reality,
the Teachers dressed up
as challenges and hardship,
(and the hardships were minimal
when I think of what others
have been through).
Thank you for the changes
of the weather, the seasons,
the world, the universe–
living in this mystery
and being the sole beneficiary
of so much beauty and abundance,
I’m left speechless,
except for two words–
Here’s the beauty
in all of the constant change–
the person we are today
is not the same person we were yesterday.
All of the fixed ideas we held of ourselves
dissipate in the vast expanse of being.
The hopeless case
we thought we were one day
now becomes a wise prophet in the next.
We are never the same day to day
and this is beautiful.
The cells in our bodies
are constantly changing,
so is the weather.
Our thoughts are swirling
as a flock of birds swirl
in the clear blue sky.
We have nothing to hold onto
as a child cannot keep a sandcastle
when the surf reaches the shore
in high tide.
Don’t attempt to hold on
to that which is always falling apart.
Melt into the change
as summer sun melts the snow
sending a life-giving drink
to the valleys below.
There is beauty in the constant change.
Embrace your impermanence
and flow with life.