![]() ![]() ![]() "Moving through" has been mostly a saving grace as in "this too shall pass." At the same time, I wish to sit and be qiet to allow myself to heal, my mind to still and my body to do so as well. I am literally moving through sadness, in a depressive episode which has been quite intense. I have had the gift of 2 full nights and days alone here before everyone else arrives and i am grateful. I look out into trees, eye level with them. I sit here alone at my friends' home in the Catskills, trees surround the house which sits near the Hudson River. I am in this exact position today as I take a break from what can be a "go getter" "overachiever" energy in Washington DC. May we take time out to count up to twelve everyday to be connected with our being! This is my daily prayer, a meditative prayer creating birth of joy, awe, joy, fiufillment and gratitudein in my daily living. Such words take me to a land of emptiness filled with fullness,a land of formless forms, a land beyond space and time. Such words open up the door for meeting my being without craving and without holding.They create a wide open space filled with unseen beauty, unheard sound, and unknown strangers. Such words have been my daily prayer washing away the noise of irritation and agitation, frustration and anger, and fear and anxiety. Such words rmind me to pause, feel and be with my natural rhythm of life giving and life sustaining breath, to count up to twelve, to stay in the being zone. Such words of wisdom have been sign posts in my life, a daily rrminder to count up to twelwe, be in the zone of being, letting go of my busy and often noisy world of doing and having. ![]() Such words rmind me to pause, feel and be with my natural rhythm of life giving and life sustaining breath, to count up to twelve. Poet Pablo Neurada remins me of a poem written by an anonymus Zen master. If we were able to shut the world down for COVID as a world family, surely, we will do this to save our planet, of the United Nation's IPCC warnings that civilization will collapse in 10 years unless we take steps to stop global warming will take place, and it will then be too late for everyone. We can take the world by storm and forever How - I ask – can these delicate specks join together –Īnd then I muse: If we all joined like wisps of snow €¦how all are so different – and yet, so alike? Yet…my child’s heart finds a glowing joy Snow flurries lift like feathers in a storm, Westerners need to continue to face east in order to cobble together a psychology of East as well as West. Cosmic consciousness beyond historical understanding. Poetry is better suited to enabling humans to see the light of reality, to apprehend a "gestaltic" understanding. Western rationalism, science, the STEM subjects, materialism, discursive thought, language alone, cannot find transcendency, the ineffable. We need to transcend the blindness of living in history, in time, to living in Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel's sanctified time. We need to all row our boat in the same direction, to substitute I-ME-MINE with WE-US-OURS. It must leap from the despair of Trumpist Fascist Nihilist Psychopathy to Democratic Socialist Humanism. American needs a vision, a new social contract, a new constitution. Most importantly, humans need to experience an empathic epiphany.Īs WB Yeats said: the center does not hold. ![]()
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