I see in this flower

I see in this flower and in the faces of all flowers, condensations of nature’s beauty. I see clearly their powerful concentrated visible identities with no secondary or tertiary meaning or intention.

In the open flower is the face of existence, thisness, the Tao. With no axe to grind and no message to convey, the flower is composed in its entirety of the Gentleness of Being

I believe in the truth of what I see and say with all the fibre and iron will of my entire being.

And as I say it, I feel the absence of the intensity of my feelings as I am describing them, because my utterance, like the rose, is “I AM”, purely and simply, no more no less.

Without being asked, the pink flower contains all answers to more questions than exist in the known and unknown skies.

I can see in its impermanent magnificence the rose is a Library of Alexandria before that devastating fire

At Clare Roslington’s local park

OM L💟VE

“The Gentleness of Being”

🌀Dissolution catalyses reality🌪️

“The Gentleness of Being”

The fun of it is there is always a first person story in the third person identity.

Over time, I’ve retrained my point of view, so everywhere I am seeing the “I” in the she, the he, the you and the it.

In this way, I access with great pleasure the tremendous shock of the new where there was only the same old same old.

That old joke of the greeting between psychiatrists, “You’re okay, and how am I?” amuses because of the odd transposition of views. When I enter my doctor’s surgery, my greeting is, “How are you today, Doctor?”

Walking outside anywhere, seeing and sensing sentient life, insects, birds, pets, cattle or the vegetable world, there is no harm in asking, “What is going through your mind? What am I to your view? The sun and the moon, the wind and rain, what are they to you now?”

These questions work well when addressed to a stone in the street, a river in the country, clouds in the sky, even an active volcano over the horizon. 

The thought-thinking “I-node” becomes curiously calm and joyful, when I try to join with the conversations of the being of those who are “not-I”. 

Out and about, I try in one way or another to shed a portion of the importance of my identity. Attention directed outside of myself and towards the otherness in others lets me see, in all things living and not alive, the bas-relief of the urge to survive and the factual evidence of survival.

As I approach each and every alive person in this peculiarly unaccustomed un-selfreferential way, I sense the white heat of the Will to Live in them.

My own heart, also concerned with not being not-alive, relaxes and fills with a compassionate gentleness all over again. 

Though they outnumber me, yet the myriad diverse multiplicity of others does not dwarf me, it completes me!

When I become attentive to and am aware of  “The Gentleness of Being”, I feel that the huge and welcoming universe of Heart’s Love is brought forward into my view by the interaction of these two everyday accessible attributes – Gentleness and Being. 

Electricity crackles

Sparks fly

one is all and all is one

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