Guest guest Posted September 14, 2008 Report Share Posted September 14, 2008 This morning's writing... Hurricane Season By what hand Are these winds stirred To spinning Around their still center? What force could give Such power as this To crush the structures Of our lives? These winds move With violence Against our human ideas Of progress and security Sweeping away As impertinent desires Our wish to have peace On our own terms. Have we been dreaming Of a world peace That doesn't include storms? Can we step outside of Our ideas about the peace we want Enough to notice the peace That already rests in the center Of this wild world? A peace that rests gently While the storm winds May strip our lives bare, Leave us homeless, and Disengaged from our settled lifestyles. A peace right in the center of Our questionable survival In any other moment than this. This stillness in the center Emerges with the violent winds. The two exist as one, inextricably connected, Two sides of a coin, inseparable. Can we accept this invitation To welcome a peace that includes What we have labeled as trouble And strife, and been frightened by? Can a wild wind Flattening our landscape Externally or internally Be a part of something Beyond our comprehension And perfect, just as it is? We don't know. But we notice In hurricane season, The power of resting openly With such unanswerable questions. And we notice, (Even while the winds of change Are blowing violently) What doesn't spin— The peace beyond understanding In the internal Eye of the hurricane. By Alice Gardner © 2008 author of " Life Beyond Belief, Everyday Living as Spiritual Practice " www.wideawakeliving.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 21, 2008 Report Share Posted September 21, 2008 Nisargadatta , " Alice " <alice wrote: > > This morning's writing... > > Hurricane Season > > By what hand > Are these winds stirred > To spinning > Around their still center? > > What force could give > Such power as this > To crush the structures > Of our lives? > > These winds move > With violence > Against our human ideas > Of progress and security > Sweeping away > As impertinent desires > Our wish to have peace > On our own terms. > > Have we been dreaming > Of a world peace > That doesn't include storms? > > Can we step outside of > Our ideas about the peace we want > Enough to notice the peace > That already rests in the center > Of this wild world? > > A peace that rests gently > While the storm winds > May strip our lives bare, > Leave us homeless, and > Disengaged from our settled lifestyles. > > A peace right in the center of > Our questionable survival > In any other moment than this. > > This stillness in the center > Emerges with the violent winds. > The two exist as one, > inextricably connected, > Two sides of a coin, inseparable. > > Can we accept this invitation > To welcome a peace that includes > What we have labeled as trouble > And strife, and been frightened by? > > Can a wild wind > Flattening our landscape > Externally or internally > Be a part of something > Beyond our comprehension > > And perfect, just as it is? > > We don't know. > > But we notice > In hurricane season, > The power of resting openly > With such unanswerable questions. > And we notice, > (Even while the winds of change > Are blowing violently) > What doesn't spin— > The peace beyond understanding > In the internal > Eye of the hurricane. > > > > By Alice Gardner © 2008 > author of " Life Beyond Belief, Everyday Living as Spiritual Practice " > www.wideawakeliving.com > Thank You Alice. The only thing I know for sure is........it's going to be a bumpy ride. :-) toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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