Tuesday, 11 March 2008

hymn to the sacred body of the universe



let's meet
at the confluence
where you flow in to me
and one breath
swirls between our lungs
for one instant
to dwell in the presence of the galaxies
for one instant
to live in the truth of the heart
the poet says this entire traveling cosmos is
" the secret One slowly growing a body"
16 million tonnes of rain are falling every second
on the planet
an ocean
perpetually falling
and every drop
is your body
every motion, every feather, every thought
is your body
time
is your body
and the infinite
curled inside like
invisible rainbows turning into light
every word of every tongue is love
telling a story to her own ears
you are the dark
that holds the stars
in intimate
distance
that spun the whirling,
whirling,
world
into existence
let's meet
at the confluence
where you flow into me
and one breath
swirls between our lungs
- drew dellinger -

Sunday, 2 March 2008

how do we breathe in under water?

how do we breathe in so much happiness

once you make contact with being
you know that you belong

the thinking mind separates us
outside the garden we are very lonely

we have to find a new way of taking in life
we call it the contemplative life

the way of breathing under water
is some form of simple contemplation

it is a simple as the breath
it does not happen through the mind

you cannot get there
you can only BE there

- richard rohr -

Saturday, 23 February 2008

Success

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
And affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
And endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better,
Whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or
A redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier
Because you have lived;
This is to have succeeded.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson -

Thursday, 14 February 2008

Identity

The world tells us all about
what we are supposed to feel,
how we are suppose to be ...
and what it wants us to want.

It subjects us to a barrage of subtle
and not so subtle persuasion.
Adverts blare out at us.
TV shows and movies beckon to us.

People around us whisper in our ears
to indicate through their expressions
whether they approve of our behaviour.

In all this, it is hard to know
who we truly are and what
we genuinely require.

Hard but not impossible.

If ...

I f
the earth were only a
few feet in diameter, floating a
few feet above a field somewhere,
people would come from everywhere to
marvel at it. People would walk around it
marveling at its big pools of water, its little
pools and the water flowing between the pools.
People would marvel at the bumps on it, and the
holes in it, and they would marvel at the very thin
layer of gas surrounding it and the water suspended in
the gas. The people would marvel at all the creatures
walking around the surface of the ball, and in the water.
The people would declare it precious because it was the
only one and they would protect it so that it would not
be hurt. The ball would be the greatest wonder
known, and people would come to behold it, to be
healed, to gain knowledge, to know beauty and
wonder how it could be. People would love it,
and defend it with their lives, because they
would some how know that their lives,
their own roundness, could be nothing
without it. If the earth were
only a few feet in
d i a m e t e r.

Wednesday, 6 February 2008

"When sleeping women wake, mountains move!"

-Chinese Proverb -

Wednesday, 30 January 2008

Connections

It's the third planet from the sun -- a tiny blue sphere spinning for a moment in time -- a remarkable place that was kind enough to yield just the right elements to sustain a phenomenon called life. Where each creature is as unique as the world we call home and a day begins in much the same way for all. Maybe that's when it crosses your mind; in the warmth from a ray of sun or the kindness of a stranger it occurs to you how one life touches so many others, and you begin to see how all things are connected like the blood that unites one family and you come to realise that mankind did not weave the web of life we're merely a strand in it, and whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves, on the third planet from the sun.

IT'S NOT JUST A PLANET
IT'S HOME

Tuesday, 29 January 2008

The Hour of the Wolf

You have been telling the people that this is the eleventh hour.
Now you must go back and tell people THIS is the hour,
And there are things to be considered:
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relations?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.

It is time to speak your truth,
Create your community.
Be good to each other
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.

This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold onto the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart,
And they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.

The Elders say we must let go of the shore,
Push off into the river,
Keep our eyes open,
And our heads above water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history,
We are to take nothing personally,
Least of all ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
Our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner
And in celebration.

We are the Ones we've been waiting for.

- From the Elders of the Hope Nation -

Saturday, 12 January 2008

Richard Henry Tawney (1880-1962)

In a diary entry in 1912 Tawney wrote:

"If modern England and America are right in believing that the principle aim of man, what should be taught to children, what should serve as a rough standard of merit, what merits approbation and respect, is the attainment of a moderate - or even immoderate - standard of comfort, and that moral questions arise only after this has been attained; then they must be content to go without religion, literature, art and learning. These are not hard to find for those who really seek them, or who seek them first. But if they are sought second they are never found at all ..."

The choice we all face is not between less and more wealth, it is between less and more civilization.

"We assume that the greatest misfortune which can befall a man is poverty - and that conduct which leads to the sacrifice of income is unwise, impractical, etc; in short that a man's life should be judged by its yield of income, and a nation's life by its production of wealth ..."

Tawney was concerned with humankind's seemed obsession with the fallacy that the most important problems are economic problems. He thought the challenges go deeper, and what was (is) needed was (is) a reformation of the fundamental philosophy of life. It's not, as BillClinton famously once said, 'the economy, stupid!', according to Tawney it's moral philosophy, stupid!

He wrote in the 'Acquisitive Society' published in 1920:

"These are times which are not ordinary, and in such times it is not enough to follow the road. It is necessary to know where it leads and, if it leads nowhere, to follow another. The search for another involves reflection, which is uncongenial to the bustling people who describe themselves as practical .... But the practical thing for a traveler who is uncertain of his path is not to proceed with the utmost rapidity in the wrong direction: it is to consider how to find the right one." (p.2)

Tawney considered those who pursued economic productivity and growth as an end in itself as flawed. This approach has been tried and found wanting. Increased productivity alone will not dispel our social or environmental problems. To find the 'right path' Tawney turned to the writings of Ruskin who suggested the purpose of industry is to supply humankind with things that are 'necessary, useful or beautiful, and thus to bring life to body and spirit'. By making the pursuit of productivity the end-goal industry is left to produce goods and services with no other guiding principle than 'more is better'. In these circumstances factories manufacture goods which to some are seen as wealth and to others are seen as waste. It would be better not to produce unwanted goods. Instead of producing and consuming our way out of societal problems, it may serve us to take time to reflect, to simplify, to consume less. Dare it be said to consume what we need as opposed to what we think we want, or what the marketeers tell us we want. Could there be a higher guiding philosophy than consume more, produce more?

Lest it be forgotten Tawney reminded us when he wrote in 'Religion and the Rise of Capitalism' published in 1954, "even quite common men have souls, no increase in material wealth will compensate them for arrangements which insult their self-respect and impair their freedom." (p.233)

If productivity, growth and the accumulation of wealth is not the end-goal, what is? Tawney did not have a singular response to this other than to suggest that the standard applied to an assessment of the ideal is 'transcendental, religious or mystical'. An attempt to articulated an ideal in a definitive sense is impossible. The purpose of life is more likely to be found by first directing our attention towards spirituality, literature, poetry, art and learning before that of mammon.

For an expansion of these ideas read Gerald Alonzo Smith 'The Purpose of Wealth: A Historical Perspective', in Daly, H.E. & Townsend, K.N. (1996) Valuing the Earth: Economics, Ecology and Ethics, MIT Press, London.



Thursday, 10 January 2008

We Are All Leaves On One Tree

Imagine being a fish in a bowl. You fall out with your fellow fish. You become so angry that you decide to foul the water, 'That'll teach them a lesson,' you think to yourself. But, of course, it is your water too. Hey ho. Welcome to Planet Earth. There's the human condition in a nutshell. We all imagine that we can pull a fast one over the people around us. They in turn, think the same about us. Yet we are all leaves on one tree, parts of one organism, aspects of one persona.

Tuesday, 8 January 2008

Mantra for 2008

Embrace
Peace
Love
Hope
Harmony
Joy
Acceptance
Compassion
Inspiration
Creativity
For All

Tuesday, 1 January 2008

The gift that keeps on giving ...

"The Indian giver understood a cardinal property of the gift; whatever we have been given is supposed to be given away again, not kept. Or, if it is kept, something of similar value should move on in its stead, the way a billiard ball may stop when it sends another scurrying across the felt, its momentum transferred. You may keep your Christmas present, but it ceases to be a gift in the true sense unless you have given something else away. As it is passed along, the gift maybe given back to the original donor, but this is not essential. In fact, it is better if the gift is not returned but is given instead to some new, third party. The only essential is this: the gift must always move."

Hyde, L. (2007) The Gift: How the creative spirit transforms the world, Canongate, Edinburgh, p.4.

Saturday, 22 December 2007

Healing Heart


Just when the
caterpillar
thought the
world was over,
it became
a butterfly.