Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Thursday, November 17, 2016

I am not so special, that is OK

…try wishing yourself well in these ways: May I be loved without being special.  May I contribute without being special.  Consider renouncing specialness – including be important and admired.  Renunciation is the antitheses of clinging, and thus a radical path to happiness.
                                                                                      Rick Hanson, Buddah’s Brain

Most of us
At one time or another
End up with a hole in our hearts

We are taught from the beginning
That we have to important
And our hearts demand love, and praise

(not bad things)

But most of the time
Perhaps because of our expectations of others
And mostly because of our expectations of ourselves

We end up with a hole in our hearts
And we try so hard to fill it!
The self gets very busy around that hole

We look for proof of our worth
We try to create evidence of our worth
We try to do big things, huge things, amazing things

And all we do is end up pretentious
Sometimes arrogant
We end up hidden behind masks of our own making

And the hole remains
And how miserable we are

But the secret is this
All we have to do is two things
And the hole will be filled.

First we let go of our expectations of ourselves
And of others
We realized that we can be loved
Are loved, without being special
We are just loved, because
Well, because we are precious children of the Sacred
All of us!

We don’t have to prove ourselves to the Sacred
We don’t have to prove ourselves to anyone else
We just have to be

And second, we have to fill the hole
Not with big works, huge works, the greatest works,
Not by putting ourselves forward
Or putting others down

But by doing little things
Every day
One little thing a day
A smile given
A hand offered in friendship
A kind word
A generous act

Each act a brick, filling the hole

And we look at the little things we get every day
The love of others
A word of respect or thanks
More bricks

Filling the hole

We look for the good,
And we do the best we can
Small acts
That fill a big hole

And it all begins
By renouncing specialness
As defined by humans
And accepting our common specialness
As defined by the Sacred

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