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Noticing Things

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My gaze is clear like a sunflower.
It is my custom to walk the roads
Looking right and left
And sometimes looking behind me,
And what I see at each moment
Is what I never saw before,

And I’m very good at noticing things.
I’m capable of feeling the same wonder
A newborn child would feel If he noticed that he’d really and truly been born.
I feel at each moment that I’ve just been born
Into a completely new world . . . I believe in the world as in a daisy,

Because I see it.
But I don’t think about it,
Because to think is to not understand.
The world wasn’t made for us to think about it
(To think is to have eyes that aren’t well)

But to look at it and to be in agreement.
I have no philosophy, I have senses . . .
If I speak of Nature it’s not because I know what it is
But because I love it, and for that very reason,
Because those who love never know what they love
Or why they love, or what love is.
To love is eternal innocence,
And the only innocence is not to think . . .

~ Fernando Pessoa


Side note…after I put this together to share last night I read a post today from Steve Harper that I couldn’t help but “notice.” I think it might help define some of this poem for those who might be turned off by the words “not to think.” (it did for me!) I have posted it below.

Good Word: Beholding

Spiritual life moves in relation to beholding. And that means more than noticing. Noticing is good. It is how we enter a moment. Beholding is letting the moment enter into us. Beholding is where responsiveness is born.

– Steve Harper

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Our Place

“Our first and final loyalty is to one kingdom: God’s or our own. We really can’t fake it. The Big Picture is apparent when God’s work and will is central, and we are happy to take our place in the corner of the frame. This is “doing the will of my Father in heaven” and allows the larger theater of life and love to unfold.”

– Richard Rohr, Preparing For Christmas

Masters of Busyness

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To be still is to wait.
Which has a weight.
Which can feel uncomfortable.
Seems like we all complain about waiting.
When we’re waiting on what’s next.
Which is why we Master in Business.
Which is specializing in staying busy.
So we can do what’s next.
Even though there is no next.
Only now.
So we never stop trying to reach
A place that does not exist.
Which looks a lot like exit.
A way out.
Of being here.
Which is waiting.
Which is sitting still.
“Are you still sitting? Get up and go do something!”
Some thing.
Surely that wil feel less like weight.
Staying busy.
Moving.
“That was so moving.”
Getting closer to what is next.
The next feeling that isn’t heavy.
Like waiting.
Like being.
To be here.
To be.
If only we could just be
A little more brave
In the face of fear
Face your fear.
We’d finally see.
The place to be.
Is right here.
Do you hear?
Listen up or listen down.
Right now.
Am I right?
Now?
Maybe here.
Ah permission to be.
I may be.
I am.
Still.

We Won Right Now

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I was meditating yesterday and had a thought about how most people have to constantly work to be in the NOW. Like we have to try and remember to be unafraid of what life is showing us right now. Why do we make it so complicated? All this work each day to live in awareness? Prayers. Rituals. Routines. What if all we had to remember to be in the NOW is that we have already WON? (“Now” spelled backwards) No work. No complicated time consuming steps. No proving our worth to feed the ego. What if we just have to remember that it was all decided long ago. (The “we” being all of humanity.) We WON. Right NOW.

Surrender

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“Don’t look for peace. Don’t look for any other state than the one you are in now; otherwise, you will set up inner conflict and unconscious resistance. Forgive yourself for not being peace. The moment you completely accept your non-peace, your non-peace becomes transmuted into peace. Anything you accept fully will get you there, will take you into peace. This is the miracle of surrender.”

~ Eckhart Tolle

Painting by Stanislav Zhukovsky (1897)