The Field

There is a beautiful poem by Rumi that I often come back to.
As I am exploring life more throught the eyes of the Buddha I often come back to this poem. To the field. Here it is:

Rumi – There is a field

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.

In the Metta meditation we place our focus on the intention of Loving Kindness. This kind of Love is beyond words. It is to me the fabric of Life, the fabric that carries us through eternity and that is intrinsic within every cell, every molecule… every atom… and beyond.

It is beyond ideas of rigth and wrong. For it strives for nothing. It does not strive from anything either. It is already there. Ready to bloom. Ready to be seen. Ready for you to experience. Ready for freedom.

In practicing Mindfulness I have found that the Now has become somtimes almost overwhelmingly rich. I often cry out of gratitude and amazement in my practice.
But in a state of judgment there is so much to keep track of. If say you see a flower you directly decide what color it is, if you can smell it, if it looks healthy or if it is about to decay. You perhaps try to find the name of it.  Perhaps you also have judgements about if you like it or not. But beyond that is the vast space of Eternity. In every little atom of that flower lies the intention and creation of that flower. All the compounds and all the contributions required for it to be here and now. To be just as it is. Here and now. So that you can see it, experience it. We are the same. You. And I. Eternity has shaped us. Every cell has miraculously  become just what it is in this moment. Every cell contributing to the whole of you. That which makes you YOU and not someone else. We are the same on so many levels and yet we so often go for the appearance. Living in and through our thinking (and judging) mind. Making up stories. When the Magic of Eternity in Everything is so utterly Amazing.
Today I wish to sit with you. Would you mind? Would you mind having me next to you for a little bit? Never mind me, you don´t have to interact. I could just Be here with you. Wherever you are. Like a friend. A silent friend. A well-wishing friend.  And I could remind you of that which has no words, that which cannot be limited to words. That which just Is. And the richness of that. I hope that contributes to you and to your Metta.

Much Love
S

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Who are you? Really?

What an amazing question right! I bet you never thought of that one before 😉

We go around, mostly in our heads, thinking about who we are and who we are not. In relations to others I am a mother, I am married, I live in a yellow house, I drive a Volvo, I have a cat.. and so on and so forth. But those are just empty facts. Sure they do have meaning. But not meaning as in what am I really doing with my time.

I was just listening to a talk where this lady shared that at a retreat they got to swop identities with someone else. I e whatever that person did during one day – so should they.  They got to put their names in a hat and draw a name and then really get into the head of the other person. How did they start their day? What did they have for breakfast? Was the person very low energy or high energy?
This got me to really ponder from a different view about myself. See I love to think of myself as a heartfelt person. A warm person. A kind person. Although I am well aware of my flaws when I am hungry/tired/stressed out and none of these traits seems to be embodied by me. So what if I was asked: What do you do during a day? How do you act?
What would I respond?
I like to think I am following the path of the Buddha to become more in tune with who I aim to be.. the person I wish to embody.. the traits I wish to embody and inspire others to be. But this.. it really made me think. Both about that whichever I think I am and believe I am is not always true but also how that makes me rather blind to what is really going on.
What is my conditioning? What is my choice? What is my Karma in this?
What is the ACTUAL outcome of my deeds rather than my intentions in my head.

I decided a few days ago to start writing in a diary. Just to become more aware. Awareness is not always pleasant. For sure. But it does bring more choice.