reflections
I’ve learned that in practicing meditation you should watch the thoughts in your head as if they are clouds in the sky. Observe them, recognize them, and then let them pass.
remembering to dance
Perhaps poetry is my religion–reading and writing, stream of consciousness and deep hidden feelings…. moving in and out, up and down, but always forward through life, grieving and wondering; seeking; reflecting. The metaphors that come through cloudy words, or that have no meaning at all–we can sift through our days, sift through our minds, and help empty the streams of contradictions & emotions that are inside of us when we take pen to paper.
Do you believe in tomorrow? Do you believe in today?
We must be thankful for what we do have. Thankful. Thankful.
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”-Rumi
a bit of Rumi inspiration
Last night before I went to sleep I read some Rumi (translations by Coleman Barks). This particular passage from a poem called “Cry Out in Your Weakness” struck a chord:
Be patient. Respond to every call that excites your spirit. Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back toward disease and death.Now I don’t know about you, but I think reminders like these are needed in this crazy modern world we live in, where we often neglect our own greater well-being.
What does this passage mean to you?