I didn’t take my Zen calendar to Texas with me. I chose instead to accept whatever bits of Zen or words and thoughts of wisdom came to me on their own. Some were humorous, life being farts and beer being sacred, and some were simply sweet. Some moments felt overwhelmingly full of love and gratitude like the crescendo of an orchestra taking your breath away with its sensational fullness. Some felt like its very opposite, a vacuum of feeling with purely analytical streams of consciousness. Some moments light, some moments heavy.
Throughout my visit with my family, and really with another facet of my Self, I looked deeply into the mirrors I found there. Who am I and who are we all in the context of these relationships? Who are we when we remove that context, the biological family? Are we “friends”? Can we relate to each other? Humans are so interesting in their interconnectedness. I really enjoy the people I’m related to, if I remove all the past and accept them in the Now. Its hard to do, but necessary. We are all rolling along through time, doing the best we can.
I’ve reviewed the Zen that I’d left to accumulate for later contemplation.
Today’s, as always, is the Universe speaking to my inner cosmos in the poetry that I have been missing:
“Understand, I’ll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Star rising, blooming over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too.”
I could never stay there. I don’t mesh in that place and with those mirrors anymore….but I do so wish at times they were with me in the stardust. I have to remind myself then of the moment I saw the cosmic connection of all things to the source. We are all Always connected. Because always is Now.