The purpose of my walks is to receive and fully live in enjoyment step by gentle step whatever the season.
Where does enjoyment come from? What conditions of being help enjoyment to filter into human awareness?
We can enjoy when physical constraints, pre-existing barriers, or other claims on our attention are not present, or when we gently accept to set these aside.
When superficial distraction is not the focus, that is when the delicate basis of our most sacred inner space receives light and space necessary to expand, as is its nature.
Humans share with other sentients similar qualities of our inner sacred space, such as inborne peace and love.
When we are open to flow peace and love outwards and inwards simultaneously, our human senses are primed, not only with the usual urgency needed for survival, but as participant witnesses to the omnipresent constant intensity that is everywhere.
When we become aware of whence we came and where we are all to return, EveryNow is balm, haven and sanctuary
A kiss is not a kiss if it contains any thoughts of itself. It becomes a dictionary entry, or even worse, a cold stone kiss.
When I encounter a surge of any emotion, any emotion at all, I react with a movement of my mind, like a gleam of recognition at some passing flash of a recollected thought, or I react with a motion, like a smile or a frown.
Sometimes my reaction is physical and involuntary, like an adrenal shudder, or a thing close to a skipped heartbeat. With the reaction over, I am once more a blank sheet, like an unfurled sail ready to receive whatever wind may blow.
I have had the luck to be thrown up against my own company all my life. A life of many decades lived day by day in keener and keener awareness of my surroundings, physical, mental, and mystical.
It has recently become clearer to me that the act of experiencing anything, tiny, or regular-sized, or massive, or transcendental, or overwhelming, is entirely sufficient in itself as a confirmation and as an affirmation of life shared with all other sentient beings.
I invite you to try this.
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Take a seat and be still for a moment, will you?
Place your hand palm up on the table in front of you.
Be at rest, and breathe as would breathe, only be aware of your taking breath. Hear it going in and out.
Now regard the palm of your hand as it regards you. You know it well. It knows you.
With a silent whisper of secretive familiar tenderness, ask your hand to make an inflection of any part of itself. A small, perhaps hardly perceptible movement will eventually come in response to your own quiet loving call.
With long and respectful pauses, try repeating this silent homage from yourself to your own hand a few times more. Each time, concentrate quite furiously on the delicate homage of the union between it and you.
This simple act, which can be full of a curious wonder, is you communing with you. Could it be more simple? Can you avoid smiling?
This connection of self to self, which translates perfectly as self to others, could easily be, for example, a kiss or an embrace. It does not happen by a snap of the fingers.
It is unimportant that you want to skip into bliss as soon as yesterday, or maybe sooner. What matters is that you know there is a heavenly space all your own waiting for you. It always has been and it always will be.
Even though this space, this most sacred sweetest space is a mere breath away from you right now, it is not important that it may take you as many decades as it took me to enter it and to be entered into by it. The thing to do is to drop the impatience, because impatience is simply heavy to carry around with you.
“… in the garden of my heart the flowers of peace bloom beautifully…”
In my view, The Great Bell Chant is a shining example of the best fruit that the wandering Journeyer may find hanging from the low branches in the Endless Orchards of Facebook.
I am sure that I have no need to compare present bliss with past contentment or discontent.
What shook my heart nearly to pieces, or what filled it brimming full with light and peace has no meaning and no bearing on the I that calls me by my name with no sound.
I am certain that I am founded in love and I am steadfast in knowing I am the receiver of love.
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Beyond this and before this inloving outfurling, I am in a place of great safety. I am in this sacred space hand-in-hand with all humanity.
I pause to look and am astonished! I share without effort the life of every living being and thing with every living being and thing.
What choice is there in the geometric single point?
Only refer
Choice is always predicated on a point of reference. Reduce reference points to zero (not that this can be done) and choice virtually disappears. Here we are operating at the level of micro-organisms.
Meaningful choice involved with interactions initiates from a point of reference. With no point of reference, no meaning can be apparent, and visible colour and the inspiration to initiate are at their perigee.
If I am at peace in my most sacred space, if my relation to the me I call myself is all compassion and respect for the integrity of my identity, I can act from a position of trust.
This is the trust to which I am beholden because it allows me to deploy from my innate centre of power. This place is blind to action, yet all-seeing. This place is stillness of unimaginable breadth and depth, yet it remains sensitive to the tiniest movements of sentience in the web of life.
If I am able to access the ataraxia of my original self, the place where who I am is far less of a motivator than to whom I am beholden for my connectivity, then I can act with security to make choices which accord and harmonise with the source of boundless love from which I came, and to which I am to return.
My power revealed is my self returned to the womb.
A prayer wheel is a sacred object of veneration used by generations time-out-of mind in unbroken tradition for the purpose of expressing mantras for auspicious intentions.
Mantras are written on the central ‘tree’ inside, and pilgrims will make the prayer wheel turn.
A prayer wheel can be small enough to hold in one hand, or it can be several times the scale of a person.
Venerated widely around its place of origin, or quietly kept close within the family home for generations, a prayer wheel is inscribed with sacred mantras in geometrical script.
A prayer wheel is designed to turn about its longitudinal axis. Each revolution of a prayer wheel is a devotional prayer, supplication, intention.
It can be new. Though many are known to be ancient, bearing noble accretion of patina from many millions of revolutions at the hands of pilgrims.
With their regular rhythm, our feet measure out the lives we lead. You and I, our hearts beat, and from birth till death, we breathe in and out.
We depend on one another in order to live. Our bodies must remain intact and upright in order to function as tillers and sowers, reapers of harvests. We go and make offerings. We accept offerings.
We meet each other much like pilgrims meet prayer wheels, you and I.
Our busy days revolve around our night quietudes. We wish for love, food, drink, and the plenitude of harmonies with intention and zeal sufficient to make contact with the person’s innermost sacred space – the place where life originates and is continually refreshed and replenished. That place, whose eternal flame burns bright and unwavering, consumes nothing, only exists to support the life that supports it.
This flame can also magically renew and replenish the lives of those who come close enough with humility and purity of intent.
Be the prayer the next person with palm open, outstretched, comes to you with
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