Tuesday, March 3, 2009

What We Do

From The Great Debaters:

Who is the judge? The judge is God. Why is He God? Because he decides who is right or wrong, not my opponent.
Who is your opponent?
He does not exist.
Why does he not exist?
Because he is a mere dissenting voice of the truth I speak!

We do what we have to do so we can do what we want to do.

Watching this movie was intense for me. I was feeling so much love I could barely contain it. It was painful. I hurt. I think I do not know how to love without hurting. It's as if I'm trying too hard to contain love's expansion.

Today I walked and listened to Coleman Barks on my iPod.

Tender Agony

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reed bed, cut holes in it and called it a human being.
Since then it has been wailing a tender agony of parting.
Never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute.

A Bowl

Imagine the time
the particle you are
returns to where it came from.
The family darling comes home.
Wine without being contained in cups
is handed around.
A red glint appears in a granite outcrop
and suddenly the whole cliff turns to ruby.
At dawn I was walking along with a monk
on his way to the monastery.
We do the same work I told him.
We suffer the same.
He gave me a bowl
and I saw the soul has this shape.
Shams, an actual sunlight
help me now.
Being in the middle of being
partly within myself
and partly outside

God In The Stew

Is there a human mouth that does not give out soul sound?
Is there love, a drawing together of any kind
that is not sacred?
Every natural dog sniffs God in the stew.
Look inside your mind.
Do you hear the crowd gathering?
Help coming every second.
Still you cover your eyes with mud.
Wash your face.
Anyone who steps inside an orchard
walks inside the orchard keeper.
Millions of love tents bloom on the plane.
A star inside your chests says
none of this is outside you.
Close your lips
and let the maker of mouths talk.
The one who says things.

Sometimes I just don't know what to do with myself.



Buddhapest said...

I love loving you. The Bliss, the hurt. summoned to the fountain as it rains down. let it soak in. drenched in blessed Love.

Adrienne Parker said...

Love loving you too baby. All of it. Letting go of preconceived notions of what love it. Releasing judgments of what is right and wrong. Cleansing myself in the fountain. Glad we were summoned together.