Upon my seeing clouds (reflected in the windows of a building across the courtyard as seen in the image atop this entry); coupled with my seeing a Blue jay enjoying nourishment (from a feeder that's in my garden)...
BLUE JAYS ARE FEATURED IN MY BOOK SERIES |
BLUE JAYS ARE FEATURED IN MY BOOK SERIES |
BLUE JAYS ARE FEATURED IN MY BOOK SERIES |
BLUE JAYS ARE FEATURED IN MY BOOK SERIES |
... I thought of a meditation which references a poem by Mary Oliver.
This meditation "establishes an atmosphere of loving kindness with the “smile”; relaxes and awakens through the body; and guides us into a spacious presence. We then rest in that presence, letting go of any controlling, and simply allow life to be as it is. It’s in “letting be” that we come home to the luminosity and tenderness of natural awareness......We close with a verse from Mary Oliver…"
I lounge on the grass, that’s all. So
simple. Then I lie back until I am
inside the cloud that is just above me
but very high, and shaped like a fish.
Or, perhaps not. Then I enter the place
of not-thinking, not-remembering, not-
wanting. When the blue jay cries out his
riddle, in his carping voice, I return.
But I go back, the threshold is always
near. Over and back, over and back. Then
I rise. Maybe I rub my face as though I
have been asleep. But I have not been
asleep. I have been, as I say, inside
the cloud, or, perhaps, the lily floating
on the water. Then I go back to town
to my own house, my own life, which has
now become brighter and simpler, some-where I have never been before….
On another note, Blue jays are referenced in my book series, Words In Our Beak...
MY BOOK SERIES |
...which are a great read anytime, but especially during the lazy, crazy days of summer.
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