2011.09.22 _ 21

::: Sharing the silence
::: Feeding a peace egregore
::: Music of our souls

I have been enjoying reading O's graphic comments q(^_^)p including yesterdays `thanksgiving' shared by Eos and Wol and Lucinda and Aphrodite. I feel thankful in turn being part of this group.

~Still wondering at the tangible respect
of avatars approaching a silent circle

Magnification practice of our Everyday droplets~ edited 15:43, 22 Sep 2011

Meditation first thing on the morning.
Focusing more on "allowing" than on "doing". Instead of straightening my posture on in-breath and relaxing it on out-breath, I just suggested these possibilities to my body, and noticed what happened.

It can be hard to be with space. Things penetrate. Cherished stories crumble. Identifications wave mockingly, showing only bias. Last of day, and first of day.. can be such paying attention times.. as can be moments woken in the night.. In fact, any time I actually let it be.// Reading a Shantideva prayer. Drinking it into this skin, bone, blood & sinewy mishmash. Can my body be that? It is doing something. Isn't it? I have never been so grateful for light reflected off water, displayed before me.

Yesterday's dear moment
19:00 session
Deep quiet
Now released

"Trying to live peace" -- I thank you Riddle.

I look into myself and see a bewildered presence staring back edited 01:07, 23 Sep 2011

Recliner thoughts: I cannot “see” this farm from this room, although this room is as much this farm as any of the millions of ears of corn is. I “know” this because I have wandered into the fields to lose myself amongst innumerable corn stalks taller than I am, in a field that I cannot “see“ because I am such a tiny part of it. Experience is “known” within the framework of a setting whose larger background is inevitably invisible. By continually naming that invisibility, I delude myself into thinking I “know” it.

Riding this life with bits of stillness renewing in action, thanks to yesterday's stillness in the middle, ours and no one's.

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