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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