Love
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Out-going
Eternal
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Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let's not speak in any language; let's stop for a second, and not move our arms so much.... -Pablo Neruda This excerpt from Pablo Neruda is setting the tone for me these days as I step back from the airwaves, the broadcasts, the posts, the noise of opinions and speculations. I hope you too might take time to reflect on that perennial question: "What is mine to do today?"
* * * * * * * Leonard Cohen, Canadian poet, singer, songwriter died November 7, 2016. At age 82, Leonard was in failing health and ready to die. "You Want it Darker" is the title of his newest album, completed in October 2016. He reaches deeper into his own spiritual well bringing forth timely introspection for all of us who try to walk a better path. In an interview at the release of this album he explains the prayer of preparation and humility: "Hineni, hineni, I'm ready, my Lord." "The declaration of readiness, no matter what the outcome, that's a part of everyone's soul.....It's only when the energy becomes articulate that we can locate the willingness to serve." In tribute to Leonard, one of the most articulate energies of our time I offer my reflections. From the introduction to A Course in Miracles: This course does not aim at teaching the meaning of love, for that is beyond what can be taught. It does aim, however, at removing the blocks to the awareness of love's presence, which is your natural inheritance. cleaning it is so messy, my house, dust adorns the table tops and scuttles behind the chairs my shelves are cluttered and I have many forgotten promises clothes in piles for mending garden tools to put away weeds to pull I know which neighbor lives with more mess than I do who has dirty dishes piled and broken furniture I know who makes a list for handling all the tasks and checks them off each day feeling smug and satisfied I'm not as bad as this one I tell myself with pride and much better than that one but today, quietly, I open all my windows give thanks to the Light pick up my broom and dust cloth and begin to clean my own house room by room - paboernke - afterword
this morn follows after the night of storm and consternation the gray dove perches on my apple tree cooing her love song phyllis boernke ©9 november 2016 |
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