text from Krishnamurti as it appears in my painting
Every once in a while the things I read, the experiences of my life, seem to coordinate. Like a thought-confluence, the books, the poems, the errands, the conversations, run into a single thought-stream. It’s as if they called each other last week and asked, “So what are you going to wear?” Often, this is how the universe places its hammer on my head.
A few stanzas from a Mary Oliver poem, Morning Poem (read the whole poem sometime. It’s breathtaking):
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
each morning
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray
Did you catch the word, ‘lavishly?’
Here’s a bit from Carlos Castaneda, A Separate Reality:
What makes us unhappy is to want. Yet if we would learn to cut our wants to nothing, the smallest thing would be a true gift…. A warrior knows that he is waiting and what he is waiting for; and while he waits he wants nothing and thus whatever little thing he gets is more than he can take.
Prayers answered lavishly. Whatever little thing he gets is more than he can take.
For me, there are a few important words that have, from over-use, fallen into the bin of meaninglessness:
presence, transformation
Actually, they are in the bin because we’ve managed to make them (like the word, ‘art’) commodities, marketing terms, something owned or purchased with coin or wile or reason. Something possessed or not possessed. Something available to a few but not all.
Sometimes the words open again, the experience opens again, when said another way. For instance, the phrase, “cutting our wants to nothing,” is another way of saying ‘presence.’ Don Juan would have made a good Buddhist! When present, the ordinary pond blazes, it teems with life and isn’t the experience of teeming life at the heart of any good prayer? The last time you caught your breath, a sunset or watching your child sleep, you were present, you wanted for nothing, your prayers were lavishly answered.
not yet finished – maybe never will be – an, perhaps, that is the point.
The message of the hammer on my head: The pond is always blazing. The transformation is not in the pond but in our ability to see it.
Filed under: Art, Awakening, Metaphor, Seeing, Truly Powerful People | Tagged: art, artist, Buddism, happiness, heart, life, prayer, presence, seeing, seer, transformation |
Leave a Reply