I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Step away from the Ego
It's this thing about life & death.. We think
we know that one is better than the other. But do we? Someday we may think the
reverse and find a higher freedom in laying down our body. And even then,
maybe, just maybe, the cycle keeps on 'cycling.' Neither good nor bad, but
there is freedom in relinquishing distrust of the unknown. Mochi Gergurich
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Let it go
Lay it down
Step away from ….
Well
Whatever it is we hang on to
Treasure too much
Allow to define us
Allow to define others
Sitting in the morning sun
Groggy from a night that did not go as expected
(I expected to sleep)
It is easy to get wrapped up
In age
Physical condition
Ideology
Theology
Values
Beliefs
Perhaps it is time for some dying
No, not of the physical body
That will of course happen, no matter what
And so I have to let go of that too
And ask myself
How do I want to live this day, knowing I am going
to die? (Thanks Wayne Muller)
But I have to let go of all that which is
restraining
Burdensome
Tired
Limiting
A view of God that is not big enough
A view of the self that is about little externals
Rather than about core internals
And so I sit
And every attribute I attribute to myself
I have to imagine
The opposite (an exercise from Beatrice Bruteau)
Am I tall? (well moderate)
Then I must imagine myself short
Am I educated? Then who am I without that
education
Without my power and responsibility
Who am I if I am not the “Executive Director”
Who am I without my quick mind, and glib tongue
Or perhaps glib fingers (typing)
Who am I when I strip myself down to nothing
And die to all of that!?
I AM
I AM who I am in I AM
Ah, if you can figure that one out
You may have already had your morning coffee
And when I am
Then I can look at you, and say
I may be you too (and you may be me) (Bruteau’s
brilliance again)
And we are
The communion of Saints
Whoa, way too deep for this early on a Thursday
morning
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