Tag: alive

  • Life Is Without Meaning

    Life Is Without Meaning
    Life Is Without Meaning

     

    Life is without meaning.
    You bring the meaning to it.
    The meaning of life is whatever
    you ascribe it to be. Being
    alive is the meaning.

    ~ Joseph Campbell

  • Essence of Life

    From: When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times

    by Pema Chodron

    “We think that if we just meditated enough or jogged enough
    or ate perfect food, everything would be perfect. But from
    the point of view of someone who is awake, that’s death.
    Seeking security or perfection, rejoicing in feeling confirmed
    and whole, self-contained and comfortable, is some kind of
    death. It doesn’t have any fresh air. There’s no room for something
    to come in and interrupt all that. We are killing the moment by
    controlling our experience. Doing this is setting ourselves up for
    failure, because sooner or later, we’re going to have an experience
    we can’t control: our house is going to burn down, someone we love
    is going to die, we’re going to find out we have cancer, a brick is
    going to fall out of the sky and hit us on the head, somebody’s going
    to spill tomato juice all over our white suit, or we’re going to arrive
    at our favorite restaurant and discover that no one ordered produce
    and seven hundred people are coming for lunch.

    “The essence of life is that it’s challenging. Sometimes it is sweet,
    and sometimes it is bitter. Sometimes your body tenses, and sometimes
    it relaxes or opens. Sometimes you have a headache, and sometimes you
    feel 100 percent healthy. From an awakened perspective, trying to tie
    up all the loose ends and finally get it together is death, because it
    involves rejecting a lot of your basic experience. There is something
    aggressive about that approach to life, trying to flatten out all the
    rough spots and imperfections into a nice smooth ride.

    “To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be
    continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in
    no-man’s-land, to experience each moment as completely new and
    fresh. To live is to be willing to die over and over again. From the
    awakened point of view, that’s life.”

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  • Nightfall at the seashore

     

    Yosy Flug

    Black strokes
    Of lazy waves
    On peachy luminescence
    Bordering the purple
    Darkening sky
    Pierced sparsely
    By waking up stars….
    Beloved,
    O beloved!
    Were it only
    To behold
    This wink of your beauty
    It is worth
    To be alive.

    -‘-<-,-<-{@
    yosy

  • In God in Nature Alone

    The vast murmur of the treetops
    God’s breath
    a stirring inhalation
    releases a thunderous power
    gleaming in the eyesHis headdress glistens against the sun
    the wind speaks
    the force of all humanity,
    God and nature as one

    Alive in the eagle’s scream
    a young man’s laughter,
    a sweet and quieting roar
    settles over the field
    as the transparent moon
    lost in depths of blue
    gazes down on me

    i return to you
    your shifting cedars
    stroke my heart
    i move with you
    your rounding hills
    pull me in with excitement

    i return to you, alone
    i revel in the warmth of our aloneness
    i know the presence in this form
    i live your presence in my form
    with each step nearer the center,
    closer to you

    i dance up the broomsedge pasture
    cedars shed their sweet scent,
    their greenness rises before me
    as dusklight crests above the hill

    striking fire, my eyes thrust
    like a driven arrow
    within the shimmering grass

    I stand as an ancestral oak
    dignified, stable ’round jutting rock
    with haunting grandeur,
    a timeless presence
    a grounding wisdom

    Limbs and arms stretch to the sky-
    a bolt of lightning,
    a burning communion:
    the glow of life,
    blazing in this gentle wind.

    We embrace and share every breath,

    my heart remains

    wrapped in golden tufts

    kissing forest lips

    I return to you
    I live within you

    In God in nature alone.

    March 1996

    ROSS L. ANDREWS