Friday, May 21, 2010
Finding the Pearl and Deciding What to Do: Part TWO
Pattern from The Enneagram Institute Find link to source in Part ONE. GO here and if that doesn't work, scroll down in May archive and look for same Title as this one, May 9.
Here is the continuation:
ONE: Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' no longer makes sense.
THREE: A new moon teaches gradualness and deliberation and how one gives birth to oneself slowly. Patience with small details makes perfect a large work, like the universe. What nine months of attention does for an embryo, forty early mornings will do for you in gradually growing wholeness.
FOUR: Since I was cut from the reed bed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from what I say: Anyone pulled from a source longs to go back. At any gathering, I am there, mingling in the laughing and the grieving, a friend to each. But few will hear the secrets hidden within the notes. No ears for that. Body flowing out of Spirit. Spirit flowing from body.
...This reed is a friend to all who want the fabric drawn and torn away. The reed is hurt and salve combining. Intimacy and longing for intimacy, one song. A disastrous surrender and a fine love, together.
FIVE: Don't worry about saving these songs, and if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn't matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere. And even if the whole world's harp should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing.
So the candle flickers and goes out. We have a piece of flint and a spark. This singing art is sea foam. The graceful movements come from a pearl on the ocean floor. Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can't see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.
SEVEN: The mystery does not get clearer by repeating the question, Nor is it bought going to amazing places. Until you've kept your eyes and your wanting still for fifty years, You don't begin to cross over from confusion.
END of the NINE
What inspired me to come back to complete Part TWO was finding the complete set of poems at this time and feeling it was the right timing. One prayer-wish was to encourage my friends to be empowered and to make each their own decision as to whether or not to quit FB. Of course the choice should be respected maybe even private if some wish it so - which is just fine. There is quite a bit of understandable sadness, regret, confusion and grieving over the plan for friends to be leaving Facebook (FB) given for some it's been a lovely collective world of sharing easily, innocently. Unfortunately, there were some events and exposures which "upset the fruit basket" for some. Let's save that whole topic for another day and post.
Besides FB, there are other choices each must make and losses each must suffer..So, I really sense that these poems will help. Rather than worry at all about what type you may be if you don't know, simply look for your reflection in one or more of these? Somehow I sense that one of these will help you make up your mind about something and/or help you deal with change like they have me, by giving you a good look at your truest self.
These poems provide other directions to take to help us find our way.
Have faith that some "letting go" hurts LOTS yet in the long-run may actually open up vantage points :)
While I made this post, I listened to Yily Nelson (a NICE fit) while doing this. Mr. Yily (pronounced "JeeLee") is a musician who plays at Penn Station, NYC - I heard him there last January. Listening to him brings together some issues and cases we hold in common around the world. Everyone who stopped to listen was spellbound with Mr. Yily's music. Here's a little taste GO here Someday, I've got lots to tell you about being in Penn Station for Five Days! Remind me if I forget. :)
Oh, I'm going to save that discussion of Steinbeck's "The Pearl" for another day.
Plz be easy on yourself and one another. :)
Posted by CN at 10:26 AM