“PRACTICING THE PRESENCE”
BEING THE PRESENCE…
THE DESIDERATA PRESENCE*
Desiderata is in Afternoon section of above OceanSpeak (+ Backyard Moringa Tree Grazing)
(Short history of this writing on above link)
The road seen, then not seen, the hillside
hiding then revealing the way you should take,
the road dropping away from you as if leaving you
to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,
when you thought you would fall,...
the way that you followed, the way that carried you
into your future, that brought you to this place,
no matter that it sometimes took your promise from you,
no matter that it had to break your heart along the way;...
out into the revelation, to have risked yourself
for something that seemed to stand both inside you
and far beyond you, that called you back...
as you did, in your rags of love and speaking in the voice
that by night became a prayer for safe arrival,...
had already happened long ago and in the dwelling place
you had lived in before you began,...
the heart and mind and the promise
that first set you off and drew you on and that you were
more marvelous in your simple wish to find a way
than the gilded roofs of any destination you could reach:...
with golden towers, and cheering crowds,
and turning the corner at what you thought was the end
of the road, you found just a simple reflection,
and a clear revelation beneath the face looking back
and beneath it another invitation, all in one glimpse:...
like a broad field of freedom that beckoned you beyond;
like another life, and the road still stretching on.
via No Mind's Land
confinement of your aloneness
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
The House of Belonging
Very large bird flew VERY close to Friend's head and then onto the south...
Solid, but gentle rains this afternoon....
all photos below from Archives...
a year ago
June 30, 2018
the one that feels like a friend,
as my dog wonders why we’ve stopped.
She was trotting in such rhythm.
I wonder what part of me,
remains untouched by dream or memory?
What drop of being remains
out of reach of the opinions of others?
And it’s the unexpected closeness that holds everything together.
The light spreads across my dog’s face,
her eyes so devoted to wherever I want to go.
Can I be this devoted to the pull of life?
and the pucker of the sea where they went under said,
This is what it feels like to shimmer and go speechless.
as if we knew everything at the moment of our birth,
and living is how we remember it all,
piece by broken piece.
to pick up what you drop in the supermarket.
As your eyes shimmer,
I realize we’ve known each other forever,
though we just met.
until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.
― Mark Nepo
to dispute whether things are true or false
which is like arguing whether it is day or night.
It is always one or the other somewhere in the world.
Together, we can penetrate a higher truth
which like the sun is always being conveyed.
― Mark Nepo
until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry,
whether we write it down or not.
and moral principles,
as they know them.
But there comes a time in a man's life
when he has touched truth
of which he cannot speak in words;
and at that time all dispute,