Sure, spring depended on you.Many stars lined up
hoping you'd notice.
A wave rose towards you
out of the past
or a violin
offered itself
As you passed an open window.
These were instructions, your mission.
But could you perform it?
Weren't you always distracted
Waiting for something
As if all this was announcing
A lover's arrival?
As we walk this path we begin to fall in love with ourselves, with our own ordinariness. We begin to see our quirky little ways, our small fears and hidden hopes with compassion and a smile. Zen practice sharpens our sense of humour, our ability to laugh at ourselves. We begin to see that we are all right, just as we are. We are all right to the very bottom, all right since before time. This is the ground whence laughter arises. When we can laugh kindly about ourselves, that is true confidence!
The Sufi poet Rumi said: "Love is the way the messengers from the mystery tell us things"4. Who are the messengers of the mystery? You don?t need to go far to find them! A cool wind has come up and clouds are gathering. The heady scent of Freesias wafts through the window. Notice your own breath flowing in and out as you read this. When you let go deeply into your breath or whatever holds your attention, when you become truly intimate - you will find that the messengers are the mystery itself. -Mereana Taki
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