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An Afternoon On Mt. Tamalpais
How difficult it is for me to stop.
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Listen |
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Stop |
Listening to the space
around me.
Listen now to the mountain.
I hear that message in the motor of my car
as I turn sharp corners, ascending.
Can I listen without the need to receive
the "next step" - to plan the next move?
Can I simply listen with no agenda or request -
To simply enjoy the Unknown?
God, I accept your invitation to rest,
To dream.
I sit amongst the redwoods on a smooth log
that lays across a stream, hidden from the bridge and the trail
by moss-speckled gray granite boulders. I am in a magic fairyland
sensing spirits, sprites, gnomes, and elves listening to my thoughts
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- If I believe it is not O.K. to have wants,
- I will always secretly want what I cannot
have.
- Then I am imprisoned by a sense of lack,
- of being perpetually unfulfilled. Pushing,
reaching,
- calling into a Future who holds her fruits
just out of reach.
- As long as I reach for what I believe is
unreachable,
- I will not hear the call to stand beneath
the one tree
who is ready to drop her fruit into my lap, into my mouth,
- into my Heart.
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Going down the trail, deep into the forest
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I give up my desire for peace
- it is avoidance
of living fully ...
Peace is not what I think it is.
Could I just dive into being honestly human -
instinctive, organic, wild, dirty,
free of rules of etiquette,
or spiritual purification -- Be
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--A Goddess of Passion -- |
Would that make me any less spiritual
than I would
like to think I am?
Freedom to be anything flips out my ego. Without
rules of right and wrong and a structure to fit into,
the possibility of failure looms so large that
I become paralyzed.
I want to stop achieving, building a business,
improving myself, healing my body, mending
my tears.
I want to stop with the curiosity of a child;
with the attentive readiness of an animal face
to face with her predator.
Will the enemy retreat when I disappear into
Stillness, merge into the world of form - dissolve
into the shadows that paint the sunlit tree? |
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