Hello Everyone,
Its been a while. Though only about a week, it feels like a lifetime. Since the last time I wrote something on the blog. It is strange our perception of time. Sometimes a week can pass by really quickly, other times like the week right before I get some time off tends to move glacially slow.
As what always usually happens when I blog, I go through periods of intense activity where I have too much to say, and other periods where I may feel I have nothing to say or that I have everything to say but any attempts to verbalize them is rather futile. Luckily this time corresponded to some days off and I had the opportunity to sit and reflect, read some new things, and of course converse with some of you who frequent the blog.
Despite a recent death in the family, and rather painful knee pain that have me relying on my wife and your kind thoughts more than ever, I have never felt more content or joyous in my life, I can’t explain it and for the first time dont really need to find a reason. It reminds me of this things I read last week from Rumi called: Quietness
Quietness
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an ax to the prison wall.
Escape. Walk out
like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with the thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is surest
sign that you have died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
The speechless full moon comes out now.
That was taken from the Coleman Bark’s book: Rumi the Book of Love: Poems of Ecstacy and Longing. This is a great book and I cannot recommend it enough its going up on the book list that I should update at some point soon.
Here is a last exerpt from the book that I feel is a good point depart from. I hope everyone enjoy thanksgiving, and was able to be thanksful for all that they were given both good and bad.
Dave
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
There is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in the grass,
The world is too full to talk about
Ideas, Language, even the phrase ‘each other’,
doesn’t make any sense.
