A poem from Rumi:
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep. ~ A BOOK of LIFE and DEATH and Life sparrow JAN RICHARDSON "I've been thinking about memory the past few weeks. It began with a quote that came my way from Oliver Sacks: We now know that memories are not fixed or frozen, like Proust's jars of preserves in larder, but are transformed, disassembled, reassembled, and recategorized with every act of recollection. Evidently that landed somewhere in my subconscious, because sometime during the following week, during my prayer time in the front studio one night, the quote came to the surface. It got me pondering in a new way what it is that remembering does and how it's part of my journey in grieving." "Specifically, I've been thinking about memory as a creative act, that perhaps in the disassembling and the reassembling Sacks talks about, memory is generative. It's not just pondering and piecing together what happened in the past but also creating something for the future." "I find myself with the sense that in remembering you, your story, our life together, something new is being created, something that has a tangible element to it--that it has structure, that it is a shelter, a new home between the worlds (page 151)." That’s the sacred intent of life, of God—to move us continuously toward growth, toward recovering all that is lost and orphaned within us and restoring the divine image imprinted on our soul.
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God beyond all names, words, time...
All around us we have known you, all creation lives to hold you. In our living and our dying we are bringing you to birth.
God, beyond all words, all creation tells your story; you have shaken with our laughter, you have trembled with our tears.
God, beyond all time, you are laboring within us; we are moving, we are changing in your spirit ever new.
God, beyond our dreams, you have stirred in us a memory; you have placed your powerful spirit in the hears of humankind.
God of tender care, you have cradled us in goodness, you have mothered us in wholeness, you have loved us into birth.
God beyond all names, words, time... All around us we have known you, all creation lives to hold you. In our living and our dying we are bringing you to birth.
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All around us we have known you, all creation lives to hold you. In our living and our dying we are bringing you to birth.
God, beyond all words, all creation tells your story; you have shaken with our laughter, you have trembled with our tears.
God, beyond all time, you are laboring within us; we are moving, we are changing in your spirit ever new.
God, beyond our dreams, you have stirred in us a memory; you have placed your powerful spirit in the hears of humankind.
God of tender care, you have cradled us in goodness, you have mothered us in wholeness, you have loved us into birth.
God beyond all names, words, time... All around us we have known you, all creation lives to hold you. In our living and our dying we are bringing you to birth.
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“This magnificent refuge is inside you. Enter. Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway... Be bold. Be humble. Put away the incense and forget the incantations they taught you. Ask no permission from the authorities. Slip away. Close your eyes and follow your breath to the still place that leads to the invisible path that leads you home.”
―Mirabai Starr, The Interior Castle
