Have you seen them on the dunes? Fishing, lines cast in the approaching waves, breaking for shore? Building bonfires on the sand, nearby the younger ones, carrying buckets full of castles? Have you heard their story-telling, their raucous laughter surrounding the "remember whens"? Have you noticed how they gather in those same circles you remember from the old photographs?
They walk and work, sing and pray, surround and embrace. These risen ones, who have loved and cannot stop this loving, this way of being Love.
Have you witnessed them?
There is no less wonder, no less brilliance in the broken heart, in the dying body, in the devastation that escapes our understanding, than in the rainbow, the ocean waves, the birdsong, the lover's kiss.
All are the boundless, holy magnificent - blindingly brilliant to the open eyes of LOVE.
Your grief for what you have lost
lifts a mirror to where you are so bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead
here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you’d be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as bird wings.
When every act of love is LOVE purely awakening, then all those gifted are re-membered, all are healed, all are touched in the act.
Nothing is given up, there is only receiving. Nothing is strained or exhausted.
The hands that hold the flowing gifts are cared for, blessed, and likewise held by the one hand, through which all manna pours.
These are the gifts of bliss. Thank you!
Deep pool of wisdom
blessed conversation in silence.
When we know something about someone, do we tend to believe we know everything about that someone?
Do we know something, everything, or nothing at all?
All we need to know is LOVE. That's all that's there, after all.
Discovering what you are not is just the beginning of the discovery.
Discovering what you are is infinitely and eternally unfolding.
Be patient and kind, with every breath, every step, every thought, every utterance.
This is the way of LOVE.
Do not make an enemy of sorrow dear -
Today sorrow may be your closest friend.
Awaken this morning tasting sorrow on your lips
Salty stinging in the eyes seals them shut
A miracle streams down your face.
Your heart opens
Compassion sees -
Look there is a little flower blossoming outside in the snow.
Sorrow notices these spontaneous miracles.
Or perhaps you awoke this morning
Bathing and dressing in time to make the bus
Having missed this raw cool emptiness.
Stay with it stay
Perhaps joy will come tomorrow
Bringing new challenges to awakening.
Do not make an enemy of sorrow dear -
It is angels come to sing for you.
Love is harmony with all, unperturbed, without objection, denial or exclusion.
As Love is recognized in the brilliance of its own illumination, all is seen as light, all is known as Love.
In music, dissonance is a disquieting or unstable chord or interval that moves us away from consonance, the pleasing, stable, resting state.
We might notice something quite like dissonance de-stabalizing our bliss. Could it be creative movement, leading us away from harmony, and by its very nature leading us back, again?
Dear one, notice the disquieting desire in you to disrupt rest. Notice that it is not in disagreement with harmony and Love. Notice that it is Love in the infinite act of creation.
In all ways, know Love. In all of Love's manifestations, know Love.
There is only Love. You are that.
invites you to find out what you are.
The nun Wu Jincang asked the Sixth Patriach Huineng, "I have studied the Mahaparinirvana sutra for many years, yet there are many areas i do not quite understand. Please enlighten me."
The patriarch responded, "I am illiterate. Please read out the characters to me and perhaps I will be able to explain the meaning."
Said the nun, "You cannot even recognize the characters. How are you able then to understand the meaning?"
"Truth has nothing to do with words. Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky. Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger. The finger can point to the moon’s location. However, the finger is not the moon. To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger, right?"
Analisa Domenica is a humanist minister and mentor, in private practice as a Doula for living and dying. She offers private mentoring sessions, end-of-life preparation & transition support, bereavement, home death, funeral, and natural burial guidance, and laying-on-of-hands for comfort care and pain release. Analisa joyfully celebrates weddings and memorials, according to your faith or non-faith tradition. She is available to private clients, small groups, and for public education. Find out more about her by clicking here.
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