Author: blog_082s22

You are the subject of my purpose. My charge from the universe

Vital to the task, is love of self; the good news; the one thing that releases us from pain and compels us to see the other.

Yours is the call that all are given, though few can hear.

I will point at the elephant blocking the path

the beast we work so hard to ignore

Are you being asked to change? Or to awaken to who you truly are.

if you were fortunate enough
to arrive with access to comfort
you must have deserved it
go ahead
cuddle up
not just today
every day
growth can wait
for another life

“In the beginning, there was only the holy darkness, the Ein Sof, the source of life. And then, in the course of history, at a moment in time, this world, the world of a thousand, thousand things, emerged from the heart of the holy darkness as a great ray of light. And then, perhaps because this is a Jewish story, there was an accident, and the vessels containing the light of the world, the wholeness of the world, broke. And the wholeness of the world, the light of the world was scattered into a thousand, thousand fragments of light, and they fell into all events and all people, where they remain deeply hidden until this very day.

Now, according to my grandfather, the whole human race is a response to this accident. We are here because we are born with the capacity to find the hidden light in all events and all people, to lift it up and make it visible once again and thereby to restore the innate wholeness of the world. It’s a very important story for our times. And this task is called tikkun olam in Hebrew. It’s the restoration of the world. And this is, of course, a collective task. It involves all people who have ever been born, all people presently alive, all people yet to be born. We are all healers of the world.

And that story opens a sense of possibility. It’s not about healing the world by making a huge difference. It’s about healing the world that touches you, that’s around you.”

–RACHEL NAOMI REMEN interview with Krista Tippett (March 10, 2016)

Be a better steward of the human condition.
Imagine the universe outside the constraints of space and time.
Remember what I began to forget on the day I was born.

I know I love you
One, who’s presence makes us whole
Like all of us
Faults in need of redemption
Strengths given with sincerity

But you, are unpredictable
You operate outside of social norms
Your seeming random impulses frighten me

Would I be willing
to destroy the broken container
that holds your spirit

Billions of us
each significant only in our own minds
conspicuously occupying a tiny sphere
of stardust
(that really doesn’t exist in time or space)
seemingly random allocations of privilege or oppression.

Then one glimpses the universe!
We are all intrigued
at the story beyond evolved perceptions.

We consume the flash of light
confining it
in our anthropomorphic container.

The meaning now lost
to all but a few lucky (chosen?)

Unfair?
So, what about fairness?
“life isn’t fair” seems so…
unfair!

If we truly are all part of one
indistinct and reliant on all
what about the heroin addict
who lost her kids
and is now a victim of sex trafficking?

She will take anything of value
within her reach
just to pursue some hope of relief…
or belonging…
to the whole

What is our reliance
on her contribution to who we are?
Is hers any less important?

Start at a place
where mountains and trees
conform
to expectation of the visitor;
arranged, beautiful, compelling.

Go north.
With blessings from the south.
The pretense fades
into beauty of a different face;
authentic, raw, messy.

Like the poet,
given words to write,
this place called to me;
you too, who spoke
words of truth
I had forgotten.

Why did I thirst for your encounter?
Who conspired to remind me?
I know you
and have loved you for millennia;
my home.

to risk what you believe by listening to me, then I want to hear what you have to say

perhaps the first tree ever cut
was being held accountable
for stealing the sun from desirous food
(the neighbors told them)

or to feed a fire
providing warmth and comfort
(so they heard)

or by a band of crazy teens
looking for a challenge to the status-quo
(as they planned it)

but how many beavers does it take to build a dam
certainly, the first tree ever cut was by a beaver