Meditation and Metaphor: Phanopoeia, A Life

[NicholeW.]

http://radnichole.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/meditation-and-metaphor-phanopoeia-a-life/

Some loves endure, perdure, their delicate touches arousing the heart to passion and demanding, quitely, persistently like the song of a mockingbird falling through the pines and beeches as evening lies down across a landscape, a landscape peopled only by the Self, a mind, a heart grown weary of struggle so that it breaks and in the breakage comes to sing with the mockingbird a different tune, all that she has heard, all that she has lived, makes, indeed, a great ball of crystal that needs no one to lift it.


Sometimes it seems to me that life is simply living, following whatever voice or voices enchant us enough to demand our allegiance. This essay, as the title suggests is more in the realm of stream-of-consciousness: great emotion, a pov that says: follow your bliss and don't worry too much about what arise, who thinks what. There is an end, or at least a place you'll become still, perhaps even untroubled so much by what one feels others might think.

It's there, that place. I think it just waits on us to find it somewhere deeply in our own hearts.

Much worry about nothing all that goes before. It is what it is.

I believe the end of transition is that place we can come to where things are just good enough, just fine enough where contentment embraces us and there's no longer any need to argue the point of our lives. The great crystal just sits there and shines. Matters not that it cannot be lifted or shifted.

Please read the essay if you will. Tell me what and how you think. Tell me about yourself. Tell us all.

Nichole

P.S> Yep, I'm in one of those quiet, restful moods today. Hope you are as well.

[aisha]

This is really beautiful, it speaks to almost every aspect of my life right now, from walking around in the woods stepping over ice, to my neighborhood and seeing people, hearing little bits of conversation and my own thoughts. Sometimes I feel like a psychologist, or a part of someones dream or something, like I really have a place here, but just as quickly it changes and I feel like I've just gone down the wrong path and am endlessly lost whether others seem to realize it or not. But I feel like both are incomplete, the best times are when I'm not thinking about any of that, just playing around with no real purpose, but something always seeems to pull it along, it seems like something great is happening, and definitely some things we dont have words for are more clear, easier to express. But does anyone really understand, do things just seem this way momentarily? Could it all just be a big distraction? I wonder because so many times, it seems to turn in an instant

Ultimately there isn't even a self

theres something about this kind of thing that is meaningful, even though who knows what it means except for a few moments, but I think its very important

thanks for sharing that Nichole

[NicholeW.]

You're welcome and Thank you, Aisha, for sharing your thoughts and thank you for enjoying that essay. <Ultimately there isn't even a self>

My Lord Krishna said exactly that long ago that these 'selves' of ours are merely shards of The Self. It's a neat conundrum, or could be, in Sanskrit with atman being both the Infinite Self (Brahman) and the breath and the small self/soul. He'd like what you wrote, Aisha.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts.