Nested Feast

Sometimes the whispers and lessons so simple and clear.  I, with such a small but growing heart, experience and know such joy clearing snow to feed the birds.... What must the Heart that created mine, in boundless perfection, experience when I dare to take flight and come to feast?

Eyeing Fog's Embrace

And what is it you are struggling to see Little One? Your eyes see only the cloud of fog. Your eyes also don't see the mountain that holds, supports, and lifts the tree above the earth and into the clouds. See with your heart Little One. And giggle to watch the clouds descend to caress the earth. Feel their touch upon your face. Alive in this one moment and the touch of the heavens surrounding you...that is what your heart sees.

Forecast

"COLD WITH WIND." I do not know why a forecast such as that made me giggle and laugh. It continued on to say there would also be snow. I took my seat upon my cushion to greet the morning. The image of nature's friend who greeted me yesterday returned. I whispered to him, with a giggle, 'just so ya know...cold. With Wind.' And with joyful eyes, as I took my first long slow inhaled breath, the whisper came back, 'just so ya know...life. With all. With ease.'

Uneclipsed Tenderness

Sometimes the physical pain wears me down, sending me to my knees. Or should I say my bottom as I move from my knees to sit upon my cushion. Buddha taught that suffering exists. Buddha also taught we can be released from suffering. First comes the acknowledgment and even the honoring. For it is the pain, sometimes more than the joy, that whispers with each exhalation, “Beings and life forms are numberless. I vow to save them all.”  My heart knows such joy, sweet mercy such joy. But never is my touch extended to all more tender, and more protective, more vulnerably naked, than when I offer metta and peace from the joyful heart touched by pain. Denying neither the pain nor the joy. Their contrasting light uneclipsed. “Beings and life forms are numberless. I vow to save them all.” Namaste my friends. Tender tender fingers have touched your face.

Hart of Heart Fullness Reflected

Oh can you see it? How my heart sighed so to see. She turned her head and the reflecting shadow covers her. That this would be my image today. Wherever I focus I cast a shadow. A shadow upon others sometimes but always a shadow casts upon me. Oh that my eyes and others would only see the reflected heart. The imaged hart of heart full mindfulness.

Fullness Beyond the Lens

And what picture would or could I dare to use?

This day. 

This minute. 

This second. 

This moment. 

This breath. 

Tis all there is. 

And yet it is filled with the vast infinity of life.

Uncollected Abundance Held

To see them side by side and giggle at my squeal and startled breath within. My hands instinctively moved down to gather the precious gifts. Instead, my fingers simply stroked. The whispered smile that the path is about shedding not collecting. To think how quiet and peaceful the world might be if the noise of collecting fell as silent as the feathers. In absolute abundance I walked away.