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Hi Jan,

 

I love this image and poem. It reminds me of an afternoon I spent in

Sedona, Arizona last February. I climbed as high on Bell rock as I

could and sat on a ledge to meditate. I had been looking forward to

doing so for several days and I had an image of being serene and going

deeply into my meditation and to feel the energy of that part of the

world. But the ledge I was sitting on was pretty steeply sloped and as

I sat there trying to get quiet, I got fearful instead. The longer I

sat, the larger the fear got until I finally crawled over in panic to a

gnarled pine that was clinging to the rock face and hugged it. I felt

amazingly comforted by that tree and was very grateful. It also started

me thinking about the courage of plants. They take what they are

offered and make the best of it. That tree had no control over where

its seed landed, but once it landed, it dug in and held on and became a

beautiful part of the hill. I'm glad I climbed Bell rock and meditated

and felt the energy of that part of the world, even though it was not

how I expected it to be. You've captured that day perfectly in your

poem. thank you.

 

Love, Mark

 

pines who hug a wall

symbol of a love so strong

numbs fear of free fall

 

Jan

[Guest guest]

Hi Mark,

 

Thanks for that story - hiking is my most favorite pastime,

it keeps the body fit and the mind lenient. The trees certainly are beloved

friends, a fireman once gave his life to save the forest... He is considered

a hero. The living pine needles are soft and flexible, like some fur...

You wouldn't have fear climbing or sitting here - often more than one path can

be used..

To get up that wall, the path shown in the attachment only requires good shoes.

 

Love,

Jan

 

 

On 10/20/01 at 9:46 AM Mark W. Otter wrote:

 

ºHi Jan,

º

ºI love this image and poem. It reminds me of an afternoon I spent in

ºSedona, Arizona last February. I climbed as high on Bell rock as I

ºcould and sat on a ledge to meditate. I had been looking forward to

ºdoing so for several days and I had an image of being serene and going

ºdeeply into my meditation and to feel the energy of that part of the

ºworld. But the ledge I was sitting on was pretty steeply sloped and as

ºI sat there trying to get quiet, I got fearful instead. The longer I

ºsat, the larger the fear got until I finally crawled over in panic to a

ºgnarled pine that was clinging to the rock face and hugged it. I felt

ºamazingly comforted by that tree and was very grateful. It also started

ºme thinking about the courage of plants. They take what they are

ºoffered and make the best of it. That tree had no control over where

ºits seed landed, but once it landed, it dug in and held on and became a

ºbeautiful part of the hill. I'm glad I climbed Bell rock and meditated

ºand felt the energy of that part of the world, even though it was not

ºhow I expected it to be. You've captured that day perfectly in your

ºpoem. thank you.

º

ºLove, Mark

º

ºpines who hug a wall

ºsymbol of a love so strong

ºnumbs fear of free fall

º

ºJan

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ºAll paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,

ºperceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and

ºsubside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not

ºdifferent than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the

ºnature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present.

ºIt is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the

ºFinality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of

ºSelf-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome

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