the true love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours,
especially if you have
waited years and especially
if part of you never believed
you could deserve this
loved and beckoning hand
held out to you this way.

I am thinking of faith now
and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are
worthy of in this world.

Years ago in the Hebrides,
I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the grey stones
to the shore of baying seals,
who would press his hat
to his chest in the blustering
salt wind and say his prayer
to the turbulent Jesus
hidden in the water,

and I think of the story
of the storm and everyone
waking and seeing
the distant
yet familiar figure
far across the water
calling to them

and how we are all
preparing for that
abrupt waking,
and that calling,
and that moment
we have to say yes,
except it will
not come so grandly
so Biblically
but more subtly
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love

so that when
we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us, and everything confirms
our courage, and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don’t
because finally
after all this struggle
and all these years
you simply don’t want to
any more
you’ve simply had enough
of drowning
and you want to live and you
want to love and you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness
however fluid and however
dangerous to take the
one hand you know
belongs in yours.

 

 

 

 

~ David Whyte

from  The Sea in You: Twenty Poems of Requited and Unrequited Love

listen here:  https://soundcloud.com/brainpicker/david-whyte-the-truelove?utm

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flawed and fragile

 

 

 

 

 

We are able to forgive because we are able to recognize our shared humanity.

 We are able to recognize that we are all fragile, vulnerable, flawed human beings

 capable of thoughtlessness and cruelty. We also recognize that no one is born evil

 and that we are all more than the worst thing we have done in our lives.

 

 A human life is a great mixture of goodness, beauty, cruelty, heartbreak,

 indifference, love, and so much more. We want to divide the good from the bad, 

the saints from the sinners, but we cannot. All of us share the core qualities 

of our human nature, and so sometimes we are generous and sometimes selfish. 

Sometimes we are thoughtful and other times thoughtless, sometimes we are kind

 and sometimes cruel. This is not a belief. This is a fact.

If we look at any hurt, we can see a larger context in which the hurt happened.

 If we look at any perpetrator, we can discover a story that tells us something

 about what led up to that person causing harm. It doesn’t justify the person’s actions;

 it does provide some context. . . .

No one is born a liar or a rapist or a terrorist. No one is born full of hatred.

 No one is born full of violence. No one is born in any less glory or goodness than you or I.

 But on any given day, in any given situation, in any painful life experience,

 this glory and goodness can be forgotten, obscured, or lost. We can easily be hurt and broken, 

and it is good to remember that we can just as easily be the ones who have 

done the hurting and the breaking.

We are all members of the same human family. . . .

In seeing the many ways we are similar and how our lives are inextricably linked, 

we can find empathy and compassion. In finding empathy and compassion, 

we are able to move in the direction of forgiving.

Ultimately, it is humble awareness of our own humanity that allows us to forgive:

We are, every one of us, so very flawed and so very fragile. I know that,

 were I born a member of the white ruling class at that time in South Africa’s past, 

I might easily have treated someone with the same dismissive disdain with which I was treated. 

I know, given the same pressures and circumstances, I am capable of the same monstrous acts

 as any other human on this achingly beautiful planet. It is this knowledge of my own frailty

 that helps me find my compassion, my empathy, my similarity,

 and my forgiveness for the frailty and cruelty of others.

 

 

 

 

 

 ~ Desmond Tutu and Mpho A. Tutu

 from The Book of Forgiving: The Foufold Path for Healing 

Ourselves and Our World

art by Leigh Wells

 

 

 

 

our children, coming of age

In the great circle, dancing in

and out of time, you move now

toward your partners, answering

the music suddenly audible to you

that only carried you before

and will carry you again.

 

When you meet the destined ones

now dancing toward you,

out of your awareness for the time,

we whom you know, others we remember

whom you do not remember, others 

forgotten by us all.

 

When you meet, and hold love 

in your arms, regardless of all,

the unknown will dance away from you 

toward the horizon of light.

Our names will flutter

on these hills like little fires.

~ Wendell Berry

.

proverb

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You must become brother and sister

to each and every thing,

so that they flow through you

dissolving every difference

between what belongs to you and others.

 

No star, no leaf shall fall -

you fall with them -

to rise again

in every new beginning.

 

 

 

 

 

~ Hermann Hesse

from The Season of the Soul

art by Picasso

 

 

 

 

 

the way

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friend, this is the only way
to learn the secret way:

Ignore the paths of others,
even the saints' steep trails.

Don't follow.
Don't journey at all.

Rip the veil from your face.

 

 

 

 

 
~ Sachal Sarmast
English version by Ivan M. Granger

 

 

 

you'd like to stay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whatever happens,

those who have learned

to love on another

have made their way

to the lasting world

and will not leave,

what ever happens.

 

This is the time you'd like to stay

Not a leaf stirs. There is no sound.

The fireflies lift light from the ground.

You've shed the vanities of when

And how and why, for now. And then

The phone rings. You are called away.

 

 

 

 

 

~ Wendell Berry

from Given Poems

 

 

 

no one home

No one home

Fallen pine needles

scattered at the door.

~ Ryokan

from Sky Above, Great Wind

by Kazuaki Tanahashi

before listening

Before listening to the way, do not fail to wash your ears.
Otherwise it will be impossible to listen clearly.

What is washing your ears?

Do not hold on to your view.
If you cling to it even a little bit,
you will lose your way.

What is similar to you but wrong, you regard as right.

What is different from you but right, you regard as wrong.

You begin with ideas of right and wrong.
But the way is not so.

Seeking answers with closed ears is
like trying to touch the ocean bottom with a pole.

 

 

~ Ryokan

The past above, the future below

.

"The past above, the future below
and the present pouring down..."
wrote Dr. Williams. Is that
correct? Or is the future above
and the past below?

The stream
that is departing from itself as
it was is above and is the past.
The stream that is coming to itself
as it will be is below and is
the future. Or:

The stream yet
to come is above and is the future.
The stream that has gone by
is below and is the past.

In its riddles in the world
in the mind in the world
the stream is the stream
beyond words, beginning nowhere
ending nowhere.

It falls as rain.
It flows in all its length. It enters
finally the sea. It rises into the air.
It falls as rain. To the watcher
on the shore, it comes and it
goes.

The immeasurable, untestable,
irrecoverable moment of its passing
is the present, always already
past before we can say that it is
present, that it was the future
flowing into the past or is
the past flowing into the future

or both at once into the present
that is ever-passing and eternal,
the instantaneous, abounding life.




~ Wendell Berry

I knew

Although from the beginning

I knew

the world is impermanent,

not a moment passes

when my sleeves are dry.

~ Ryokan

from Sky Above, Great Wind

more firmly to the grindstone

 

 

.

I watch people in the world 

Throw away their lives lusting after things, 

Never able to satisfy their desires, 

Falling into deeper despair 

And torturing themselves. 

 

Even if they get what they want 

How long will they be able to enjoy it? 

For one heavenly pleasure 

They suffer ten torments of hell, 

 

Binding themselves more firmly to the grindstone. 

Such people are like monkeys 

Frantically grasping for the moon in the water 

And then falling into a whirlpool. 

 

How endlessly those caught up in the floating world suffer. 

Despite myself, I fret over them all night 

And cannot staunch my flow of tears.

 

 

 

~ Ryokan

 

 

Born as Eizō Yamamoto  in the village of Izumozaki Japan,

 his poetry is often very simple and inspired by nature.

 He loved children, and sometimes forgot to beg for food

 because he was playing with the children of the nearby village. 

He refused to accept any position as a priest or even as a poet.