Being in flux....feeling those parts in life that are constantly changing, and those that are always moving but shifting so slowly the movement is barely perceivable. Feeling the way in which these aspects of life move together, like in a dance.
This is a piece I am working on as I muse, made from leaves, seeds, rocks, flowers, earth and cut up images from around my home.
This morning I listened to a beautiful talk by Jaya Ashmore. It begins with this poem by Chinese poet Zi yi.
All night I could not sleep
because of the moonlight on my bed.
I kept hearing a voice calling.
Out of nowhere
Nothing answered,
Yes.
I really resonated with this poem and with Jaya's thoughts about this poem. Among many points in her talk she suggests Zi yi is speaking about tuning into what the most subtle voice inside of you has been saying all along. Lying sleepless in that still moonlight is about listening to that Something beyond comprehension that pulls you quietly away from habitual life. Allowing oneself to be carried by what can't be easily grasped. Resting in this support we can feel such a vivid sense of our potential for transformation. I'll be enjoying musing over this today...
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