Saturday, July 20, 2013
Open Up
In my meditation this morning, I saw myself fly off the top of a mountain and become a sparse cloud in the sky.
The cloud came together and became dark.
It got heavy. Too heavy. It opened up and melted into thick rain that poured to the earth.
The ground became soaked with the heavy water.
And then beautiful red flowers grew.
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How beautifully poetic. So simple in structure, yet so powerful and motivating.
ReplyDeleteMade me think of this:
There is a curious paradox
That no one can explain
Who understands the secret
Of the reaping of the grain?
Who understands why Spring is born
Out of Winter's laboring pain?
Or why we mus all die a bit
Before we grow again
It's true - we can't transform into more compassionate human beings without experiencing suffering, just as the earth can't have spring without winter. Life is definitely challenging ...thanks for the great comment!
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