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“the think hole”
thoughts swirl and drip
like some kind
of melty creamy whip
a sugary slight of mind trick
sweet and sticky
cognitive tongue tip
lazily licks and laps
expressive lip
the verge of the edge
of the I don’t know
and so I think into
sweet rabbit hole
magic made
as thoughts
swirl
drip and sink
ethereal into ink
"Happy Cat"
The weather is glorious today – blue skies, a few scattered skittering clouds, flowers blossoming in nearly every yard, 70° with a gentle breeze – yummy. It’s been awhile since I have managed to fit in one of my long walks but today it was a must simply so that I could soak it all in with gratitude.
As I
was nearing home, I stumbled upon this magical scene of this lovely cat sitting
amongst complementary colors and striking shadows, mewing to be let in. I
managed to only snap one photo before its request was granted, the door opened,
and it scampered inside.
I love how it looks like it is smiling for the camera. I might have to print a copy of this photo, put it in a small frame, and leave it on their doorstep. The composition and this happy cat are just too sweet. It is definitely a moment worth marking.
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This concept is not anything out of the ordinary but I had a lovely experience at my Ananda Mandala group meditation last night and I feel compelled to share.
At some point or another, most of us have been exposed to the idea that “to give is to receive” or as in the King James version of Acts 20:35, “…It is more blessed to give than to receive.” As we journey along on our spiritual paths, the meaning of this seems to become even clearer. Maybe at first we think of it as karma…and then a little further along the path, we come to recognize the value of service because it makes us feel good.
Last night, I had a profound moment of more fully embodying this truth as I experienced a Knowing that to give IS to receive because of our unity and also that it is not some long awaited reward to come to us at some other time when we are being acknowledged for our generosity. Instead, it is instantaneous. (time schime) We receive the moment we give. We just can’t perceive the vast implications of this immediate unfolding. It felt like its ripples impacted the multiverse as well as our past and future lifetimes in ways that we cannot even begin to truly fathom. It was an incredibly beautiful experience; one that defies being explained with mere words which, after all, are just symbols of symbols. Degrees of separation cannot begin to hope to describe that which is inseparable. This is why I have so much poetry. Poems seem to be just a teeny tiny bit closer to the ineffable.
I am so grateful for this experience. I feel as if this is something that I intellectually could have expressed before the meditation but that now it fills me with a joyous knowing.
Have you had any profound meditation experiences? I would love to hear about them.
