4-14-08
Today the machines were beeping and thrusting and groaning
in the meadow and the fields beyond the trees.
I set it aside, as these fields were my friends. Friends, however, do come and go and change
and flex.
How do we keep the oneness when separation and change seems
to keep us from that moment of feeling the oneness? Here’s where memories, I guess, come into our
use for good. Remembering the spirit
beneath the thing. The essence that was
the thought, the mental picture before the thing. Do plants, bushes and threes have this mental
image? One theory is that they started
in the mind of god, perhaps in the mind of Nature. Nature has her eye on this field for a perfect
pine tree in the middle, and the seed that lands there in bird poop has the
image and mental picture of the pine growing tall. But what about the mental picture of the
bulldozer plowing it down? I guess that
is in the mind of the committee that decided it was time for another soccer
field.
How to just flex with all that stuff. Today’s message was be moving, be flexible, be
free. If I am moving and flexible I am
free from the rigidity of that’s the ONLY way it can be. I can ONLY type my morning meditation in the
living room, but someone is in there watching TV. I can only be happy walking in this field
they are destroying, but the field is transforming for the laughter and cheers
of a playfield–that many families and committees and governing boards have
decided is a good idea. How do I flex and
bend and stretch–reach for the sky.
Today I move slowly, drink lots of fluids, do what I am asked
to do, mention ideas, and release them as soon as I speak them. How they land on the boss, the group, my
partner is not my business, in some way.
Like the long fuzzy red seeds that fall from the newly greening spring
tree–looking like dead caterpillars–yet completely giving themselves to their
brilliant purpose of growth–and they throw themselves out to the world in
glee–or perhaps that is me–to give give and not concern myself with the gravel
road or the deep moist earth, or the bird.
I’m flexible and free for this free fall.