While driving to Butte College this morning the sky looked like the second coming of Christ. The dawning of a new day. I was incredibly uplifted. At lunch I was walking and I had this visceral experience of struggling to learn to crawl when all of a sudden I realized I could fly. I can fly. I know I can fly. I used to fly in my dreams all the time. Why don't I fly any longer? But it's like riding a bicycle you know, once you've learned you never forget. Enlightenment is like that. One never forgets. I spend so much time and energy tenaciously focused on learning to crawl, down here on the ground. The ground is good. But oh my, I can fly!
The Messenger (posted from You Tube below)
Got a letter from a messenger
I read it when it came
It said that you were wounded,
you were bound and chained
You had loved and you were handled
You were poisoned, you were pained
oh no, oh no -
you were naked, you were shamed
You could almost touch heaven
right there in front of you
liberty just slipped away on us
now there's so much work to do
Oh the door that closes tightly
is the door that can swing wide
oh no, oh no -
Not expecting to collide
For a minute I let my guard down
not afraid to be found out
Completely forgotten
what our fears were all about
oh no, oh no -
There's no need to be without
There's a chance and I will take it
this desire I can't kill
Take my heart, please don't break it
I will crawl to your foothill
I'm frightened but I'm coming,
please baby, please lay still
oh no, oh no -
Not coming for the kill
oh no, oh no -
Not coming for the kill
oh no, oh no -
Not coming for the kill
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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