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Wild Geese

A short moment of silence… Can you pause right now?
Can you allow yourself to pause for a bit?

How is it to just experience pausing? Do you feel some anxiety at the thought that you haven’t finished all tasks? Do you feel the anxiety rising just as you encourage yourself to do something so different than your usual rush?

What is the fear there inside if you pause a bit? Just now. Inviting yourself to put aside for a fraction of second all thoughts, all chores, all “should-s”…
I wonder whether in this beautiful pause you might have a touching meeting with your lovely heart…

You do not have to be good
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles
Through the desert repenting
You only have to let your soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, an I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are
Moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the
deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offer
Itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese,
Harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your place in
The family of things.

Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver

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Joy in the Now

Today…22nd of January…first thought entering my mind… “how come its the 22nd?…
Just yesterday we were celebrating Christmas…  where did this t
ime go?”

I pause…and notice some anxiety and sadness at the thought of how quickly this time goes by…
Looking out the window.. Its so much light, the brightness of the sun brings joy in my heart… I smile…

This is being alive, its now, in this moment… beyond dates, months, years…
The warmth in my heart made me think of Rumi’s poem… and how every moment is a new arrival…
how every joy comes “as an unexpected visitor”

Can I welcome every moment in my heart? in my body?

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

from Rumi: Selected Poems, translated by Coleman Barks