‘I’ am the ‘I’

‘I’ come forth from the void into light,
Pua mai au mai ka po iloko o ka malamalama,

‘I’ am the breath that nurtures life,
Owau no ka ha, ka mauli ola,

‘I’ am that emptiness, that hollowness beyond all consciousness,
Owau no ka poho, ke ka’ele mawaho a’e o no ike apau.

The ‘I’, the Id, the All.
Ka I, Ke Kino Iho, na Mea Apau.

‘I’ draw my bow of rainbows across the waters,
Ka a’e au i ku’u pi’o o na anuenue mawaho a’e o na kai a pau,

The continuum of minds with matters.
Ka ho’omaumau o na mana’o ame na mea a pau.

‘I’ am the incoming and outgoing of breath,
Owau no ka “Ho”, a me ka “Ha”

The invisible, untouchable breeze,
He huna ka makani nahenahe,

The undefinable atom of creation.
Ka ‘Hua’ huna o Kumulipo.

‘I’ am the ‘I’.
Owau no ka ‘I’.

 


source – Ho’oponopono website
 

sitting zen

This Unlit Light: sitting zen

 

After three days of sitting
hard by the window
following grief through
the breath

like a hunter
who has tracker for days
the blood spots
of his injured prey

I came to the lake
where the deer had run
exhausted

refusing to save
its life in the
dark water

and there it fell
to ground
in our mutual
and respectful quiet

pierced
by
the pale diamond
edge of the breath’s
listening
presence.

~ David Whyte
Fire in the Earth

 

waiting for your Breath to play me

This Unlit Light - The Dangerous Prayer

 

Dare to say the dangerous prayer:

Holy Nothing, take everything that’s not You and leave me here, naked, stripped of every pretending and striving.  Only in the Nothing, only as Nothing, only as No One, will I ever find what I’m looking for.  So take my quest for enlightenment and take my fears that I’m a schmuck and just leave me here without a clue, completely open.  No idea what I am or where I’m going.  Just here, the quiet open, waiting for your Breath to play me.

We don’t need any improvement.  We don’t need anything more.  We just need to stop and notice.  And let be whatever’s here, meet it.  Until we have the kind of heart that’s so empty for having kissed everything in it, that it can kiss anything and call it Beloved.

There are a few kinds of peace.  There’s one that can be shattered because it’s based on quiet music and having things just the way we feel comfortable having them.  There’s that kind of peace, which is a relative peace.  And then there’s the peace that is always here, if we check, as this content-less awareness looking out of our eyes.  That content-less awareness that all of our freak-outs arise in, is never freaked out.

Jeannie Zandi

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Image – detail from “Caduta sotto la Croce” del Pordenone, Cattedrale di Cremona, 16th century.