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.
Friday, January 18, 2019
All in
Love is
my funeral pyre
Where I have laid my living body.
All the false
notions
of myself
That once caused
fear, pain,
Have turned to
ash as I neared God.
Hafiz
_______________________
It is an odd
thing
The more one
invests in one’s self
The more one
loses one’s self
Jesus warned us
And Hafiz too
And Buddha three
This thing called
self can be a problem
All those efforts
to define
To protect
To satisfy and
pleasure
Can leave us
struggling
Angry
Fearful
And sad
Unsure of our
worth
Or too sure of our
worth
Unable to draw
boundaries
Or isolated
behind emotional walls of our own making
Unless
Unless
This search for
self takes place
In the context of
Love
In the context of
God (who is love)
It is the divine
paradox
That the more we
let go of the self and seek God
The more we find
our self
The more we open
ourselves to Love, and the less we seek to protect and exclude
The freer we are
from fear and hate
The more we give
the more we get
The more we die,
the more we find life
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