this afternoon
scents waft in on the breeze sky is carolina blue with whiter than white clouds showing streaky puffy and wild animations! last night bursts of sharp startling light sliced into the room like butchers wielding long shiny knives and then making themselves dark again all the while mixing it up with roaring growling threatening giants from middle earth tearing through the dirt rumbling hard and then bounding into the ethos just for good measure and then shhhh quiet as little church mice staying still for awhile. again and again tearing through the room, they played their wild game. a dangling arm attached to a gentle hand caressing the soft fur of a four-legged come to that side of the bed gentle and forlorn seeking soft comfort and easy love.
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hallelujah
sipping morning tea many tastes on the tongue black tea bergamot scent of citrus neem honey cream the cup itself gratitude touch remembrance all tasted on the tongue and in the heart before sleep
a smile a low bow quiet gratitude an endless song the day's miracles repeating and beginning again as something new that never was and is now only just becoming what it is and isn't what it can and cannot be softly swaying exquisite form and formlessness never here never gone always a whisper away a sigh a blossom a tender nugget briny nectar thick with the taste of everything silver spinning robe for the invisible one who cannot speak but holds the swollen light upon the dark door where emptiness holds still until the wailing comes endless longing silent echoes bringing dawn The chooser, always alive and kicking (sometimes screaming!) believing that "I" live life, in this field of choicelessness, where life, instead perhaps, lives you. A rollicking ride in the push-pull. It has been suggested in non-dual teachings, that we have no choice, that there is no chooser, and yet we feel as though we are choosing, in every moment. That idea of choice, free will, also has been suggested to us, much earlier on. Alan Watts spoke about the turning of a wheel, noticing how there is pushing with one hand, while the other is pulling. What a deliciously gnarly dilemma we have: choosing to believe that we are one or the other. Isn't it grand?!
All love, all day long, Analisa Let's just start with our bodies, along the lines of inquiry into no-separation! Our bodies are the rest of the world. So, I wonder what we might extrapolate from that!
Why do we do our work? Is it for favors from an external source or is it to express our creative joy and to satisfy our own instincts for survival? Is it any-body's business or work to make anything happen? What is the basis for a magical belief that an erroneously identified separate, special-self, determines that its deeds or vibration or prayers of manifestation are the cause of events, happening? Is there joy to do your work with no attachment to the outcome? Is there 'anyone' capable of letting anything happen, or avoiding the happening? Is there a Law of Attraction? Who's law is it? Does the 'Universe' follow any of my laws for personal satisfaction?
The Law of Attraction pronounces that if we reach and maintain a certain quality of vibration, The Universe must find a way to bring it about. Really? Do we have any idea of what this special frequency might be? All for this little ole' illusory me? The Law of Attraction is said to make this promise. It may be a belief, it may be a matter of faith, it may be an illusion, it may be an infinite field of possibilities that we cannot see. What it is not: It is not an absolute truth. It is a good point of inquiry to look and see if there is any absolute truth, at all. It is a very good point of inquiry to look and see why we need for there to be. There are no need for promises, here. Here, the world is spectacular just as it is. This hum-drum little every-day earth world that just happens to yield delicious, blossoming, fruity awareness from groundless emptiness. Pretty darn spectacular... Clinging tenaciously
to terra firma starstruck eyes and cloudy thoughts and gnawing fear and empty dreams scanning the starry cosmos for a sign of life for your ascending soul to go in a flash of magical awakening to get the hell out of here to swear out load finally "I've made it I quit this thing I'm out' suddenly without warning swallowed whole into the belly of the whale you go down the rabbit hole you go gone laughing out loud "This is it???!!!!" Beautiful!!! A point of inquiry:
In your activity and in your stillness, in your seeking and in your rest from seeking, in your work and in your play, is it escape or freedom that calls you? The entertainment of escape is everywhere and easily accessible, and looks and taste sweet, sweet, sweet on the tongue. Really good dope. The road to freedom is not a road at all. Not a place either. But somehow you land there in the no-place. Falling down the rabbit hole, there may be a bitter taste on the tongue. You swallow it whole, and it swallows you. Bitter is just a thought, sweet just a thought, memory, just another thought. Oh, and there's no escape from freedom. And it's only a thought that you might want to. You have only to hand over the keys and walk away |
The invitation is to leave it alone. To let life be. To know yourself as being lived. That is what is happening here. Life is alive as you, through your breath, through your being. Don't look for it elsewhere. It does you and undoes you, over and over again. You are not the doer. Stop claiming that you are, and your relentless despair of knowing you are not, will dissolve. The belief in the doer, is what deadens you, and crushes your heart. And yet you fear death. The only death you will ever know is this lifeless longing. Question these beliefs, awaken from them, and live it out loud. Then you will know yourself as boundless life, as freedom, and your body will age and die fully alive, without regret, endlessly beautiful.
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CategoriesAnalisa Domenica is 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 therapeutic touch for comfort care and pain release. She is available to private clients, small groups, and for public education. Find out more about her by clicking here.
'Li' lives and works in Mill Spring, NC, a stone or two's throw from Asheville, NC and Greenville/Spartanburg, SC. She also works globally via phone and zoom. You may reach her by phone at 828.429.0096 or write to her by clicking here. |