Dreamers' dream labyrinth: Pesto like school box, halloumi like red canyons and a 'first day' something old jumper soothe cold 'fall in love with someone who just wants to be f*cked' nightmares when I can't take it anymore without (bip) aren't crazier than the winds blowing up and down our ankles in hurricane times. To make sense of our senses weighs the steps taken to stretch out a caring hand on a left/right cheek in pain, again and again, loved in thoughts that missed you then, if only when (for f*ck's sake). If it were 'my' movie, 'my' puzzle, arrows of pain, old age and death would miss you, bliss, quite like water and fire, the misses, but nonetheless present is the gift. Us, here and now. A tiger sleeps while the zapper beeps. Wake up.
“THE LOVE THAT WILL NOT DIE
Spiritual awakening is frequently described as a journey to the top of a mountain. We leave our attachments and our worldliness behind and slowly make our way to the top. At the peak we have transcended all pain. The only problem with this metaphor is that we leave all others behind. Their suffering continues, unrelieved by our personal escape.
On the journey of the warrior-bodhisattva, the path goes down, not up, as if the mountain pointed toward the earth instead of the sky. Instead of transcending the suffering of all creatures, we move toward turbulence and doubt however we can. We explore the reality and unpredictability of insecurity and pain, and we try not to push it away. If it takes years, if it takes lifetimes, we let it be as it is. At our own pace, without speed or aggression, we move down and down and down. With us move millions of others, our companions in awakening from fear. At the bottom we discover water, the healing water of bodhichitta. Bodhichitta is our heart – our wounded, softened heart. Right down there in the thick of things, we discover the love that will not die. This love is bodhichitta. It is gentle and warm; it is clear and sharp; it is open and spacious. The awakened heart of bodhichitta is the basic goodness of all beings.”
– Pema Chodron (Comfortable With Uncertainty)