Elviria Hills, Southern Spain, November 2015
Morning has broken
Our task, to stay nurtured
In no-mind – Allow the rising sun
To illuminate our being
Without the interference of our impatient minds.
The wind softly rattles the leaves on the trees
The all-covering morning fog slowly dissipates
I can see the ocean in a distance
The horizon a bit undefined
The peach morning sky mixing with that misty morning fog
What does it mean to be defined? Refined?
Sharp lines
I heard once that words create separation, duality, opposites.
It’s true.
With the pen we try to define things
Put words on things, on the tangible and the intangible.
Yet Oneness, the beauty of life, is as undefinable as it is sensed by the heart
The floating energy within and without is understood with our spirits and soul.
But the mind is impatient and wants to define.
It wants to create sharp lines
Say this is this, and that is that.
To define makes it secure.
Makes us secure
It is a survival mechanism, so we will know and can react accordingly – stay alive
The mist sweeps the valley
On the matter of one’s need for love, compassion, kindness and a warm touch
That ultimate need to know within our hearts that we share togetherness with a group
To sense that oneness we all crave – within our community
No words can define that need nor the satisfaction when that need is met.
Still, you stay away
♥︎
