memo from a madonna

Our Lady of Grace - c. 1470 Languedoc

She looks one way
He looks the other –
don’t tell me her far-seeing heart’s not
breaking

and yet

this is her memo to me:

if you can’t trust
that every sentient soul
is moving
– by Divine default –
along their unique lifeline
towards reclamation of all they
agreed to forget

namely
their unborn, changeless, true nature
(aka God)

how can you trust your own
crazy convoluted life-path?

and with that trust intact
how can you speak of tragedy
and evil and every form of
unspeakable suffering
without drowning
in
all-encompassing
compassion?

~

Image:  Our Lady of Grace (Notre Dame de Grasse) c. 1470.
Languedoc 112 x 75 x 38 cm.
Musée des Augustins, Toulouse

I never knew

Take off the backpack
Lie down in the long grass.
Pull up the blue sky-blanket.
Rest.

So many years of Dharma practice,
Straight-spine diligence, straining toward
enlightenment.
Today.
This hillside.
Just this.

Lie down in the long grass.
Let the earth take you.
Deer tracks and horse dung
and the eye within the eye,
revolving and luminous.

I never knew this.
Did no one ever tell me?

I remember my Zen master in the interview room,
‘Trust yourself,’ he said. ‘Just be yourself.’

I think his meaning was this:

Take off the backpack,
Lie down in the long grass.
Let the sky take you.
Rest.
Breathe space
into space
into space.

I never knew there was this much light!

~ Helen Dhara Gatling-Austin
October 31, 1998


You may already be familiar with this beautiful poem by Helen Dhara Gatling-Austin. I know it has been posted on many a blog and group over the last couple of decades, but to my mind, it’s one of those classics that never age or fail to inspire. It deserves frequent airings! For this post I sourced it from the Nonduality Highlights archive.

we give thanks for tiny prickly perfections

 
Baby Porcupine

 

beloved life

we give thanks for tiny
prickly perfections
called porcupines

we give thanks that they
nestle so trustingly
in our hands showing
us what it means
to allow which is
to love

we give thanks for the way
they expose our own
vulnerability and the
prickles we hide it beneath

we give thanks for tiny
prickly perfections:
those we hold in our hands
and those whose hands
hold them

we give thanks for this
small revelation and
how it trembles the heart

amen

– miriam louisa


the Presence of the absence of ‘me’

58

creativity
humility
heaven
peace
trust
love
joy

.

seven words attempting to describe one thing

a thing that can never be an object,
and therefore, can never be described

how then can It be found?

it can’t – it’s never been lost!

seven words all amounting to the same no-thing:

the Presence of the absence of ‘me’

.

~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness

.

what a joke!

39

funny how I always yearned to be able to trust Life,
to trust the Universe,
when the notion of ‘me’ was the only thing
repelling trust’s embrace

what a joke!

with the absence of a center-stage-self
(the concept that invents concepts of trust or no-trust)
there is only pervasive trust-ing

I knows that it is wholly lived
by Life –

that Life is its Holy Name

~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness