We are always in the center of our own universe,
the universe as a manifestation of ourselves.
That’s why it’s easy to become self-centered–
what can we know except ourselves,
and how can we know others
except for in relation to ourselves?
In an infinitely large universe
we are always standing in our own perfect center.
If we could relax just a little, we could see it.
And what would happen if we saw our own center?
We might realize that life is good,
we are good,
the people in our lives are good,
it’s all good.
Let yourself get caught in the middle.
Let yourself feel the push and the pull
the up and the down
the night and the day.
We are always in the beginning, the middle
and the end.
It’s 9:09. I could
be dressed to the nines but
will I go out? Nein!
A stitch in time saves nine but
I have fallen apart so many times
I suppose I forgot to sew a strong line
of stitches in this life of mine.
But, don’t worry, I won’t pine–
Luckily a cat has nine lives…
Here is today’s prompt.
When they talk about you,
they say that you could build anything,
and indeed there was evidence of this
all around the inside and the outside
of the house where you and Mom-Mom lived.
I remember the metal railing you machined yourself
to enclose the back porch and make it safe,
the beautiful corner cabinet you built
to hold Mom-Mom’s fine china.
There is a memory
of you trying to teach me
how to tie my shoe.
Make a triangle with the laces you said,
then bring one through...
I remember trying and trying
and one day getting it,
but by then you were no longer there
to see me, or my shoes,
or this world ever again.
Here is the NaPoWriMo prompt for today. We were encouraged to write an elegy and to center it around an unusual fact about the person, in order to paradoxically “breathe life” into the poem. My last living grandparent, Mom Mom, passed away in January and I wrote some about her then. My first thought about today’s post was to write some more about Mom Mom, but then I remembered that I haven’t written much about her husband, my Pop Pop, who died when I was only four years old…so…there you go.
Pack your bags he said
Surprise! We’re taking a trip
for your fortieth.
I have no idea where I’m going, so I decided to post ahead of time so that I can become absorbed in the mystery. I’ll be back tomorrow. 🙂
I search through the fatigue
for something that means something.
I realize I’ve been looking in the wrong place.
I think everything is not IT,
but in fact, everything IS it.
How could it not be?
This reality is all we have.
Are we awake to it?
We think we know so much,
but when we look deeper,
we realize we know very little.
The best we can do is commit
to staying open to Life,
to humility in the face
of all these questions.
Life becomes more simple
when we embrace reality.
Why fight against the
great waves crashing on the shore?
Let yourself be knocked down
and pulled out to sea,
or stand back and observe
the swirling turbulence.
You are not the waves;
you are the observer of the waves.
Look out into the vast ocean,
this endless potential to experience
infinite variations of awareness
Marvel at the possibility.
As a thought emerges,
watch how you react,
and if it is with stress,
then question the story
you are telling yourself.
If you do not like something you see,
question what is being triggered in you.
All of life is a projection of your own mind.
Fighting reality is fighting this mind.
Embrace reality, embrace your mind.
Life will become much more simple.
The answers are inside.
Close your eyes,
take a breath,
You might think the world
makes you angry, sad,
your thoughts shape your life,
and everything you see
is a projection of your own mind.
This is good news!
This means that we can choose
happiness, calm, peace, and fulfillment
at any point,
regardless of what is happening
outside of us.
The answers are inside.
If you do not go within,
you will certainly go without.