Reporting today from the edge of the Cotswolds in England where my father and step-mother live and where I’ve spent a good deal of time for the past twenty two years. All is well and good on my family retreat.
And I miss home and this blog and so quietly post a poem and link. More noise and news will be coming from All is Listening in the coming weeks when I return to the States.
Susan Piver wrote an important peice that I wanted to share: Osama bin Laden is Dead. One Buddhist’s Response. I’ve been meditating a lot on non-violence in the past months and deepening my understanding of what it means to meet life with acceptance and love even in the face of powerful feeling, fear, danger, and harm. More on all of this later. For now please read her words. Thanks to Juno at Try This at Home for making me aware of this article.
This poem was shared with me by my new friend Susan. We just met in person in Paris after a series of correspondence this past year. What a delight. Enjoy!
Yes We Can Talk
Having loved enough and lost enough,
I am no longer searching, just opening.
No longer trying to make sense of pain,
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.
These are the irritations that rub into a pearl
So we can talk awhile, but then we must listen,
the way rocks listen to the sea
And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions down,
and water every living seed.
And yes, on nights like tonight,
I too feel alone, but seldom do I face it squarely enough
to see that it is a door into the endless breath that has no breather
into the surf that human shells call God.
- Mark Nepo