Let what I do flow from me like a river.
No forcing and no holding back.
and
"Art is childhood. Art means to be oblivious to the fact that the world
already exists and to create one. Not to destroy what one encounters
but simply not to find anything. Countless possibilities countless
wishes.And suddenly to be fulfillment, to be summer, to have sun."
Ranier Maria Rilke
Thoughts this morning: when we worry and fret over our life purpose or choosing a direction for our life’s work or simply our next, are we confusing our desire to know the Divine, to feel the freedom of knowing we are divine, with a childish narcissistic need to be special, to stand out, to be loved by our mommy and daddy?
Thoughts?
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1 Carla Nov 17, 2006
What I know is, the more I cultivate my relationship with God — the more I’m able to discern God’s will for me — the more inherently valuable I feel towards myself — the less I care about, need or even desire recognition from others. I am special and valuable simply because I am. As for work, I don’t know. I’m just doing what’s right right now and loving it. I love this piece by Hafiz:
Just sit there right now
Don’t do a thing, just rest.
For your separation from God, from love,
Is the hardest work in this world.
2 Julie Jordan Scott Nov 26, 2006
I love Rilke. So thank you for posting one of his quotes. I am steeping in the words “To Be Fulfilled. To Be Summer. To Have Sun.”
To take away the “haftas” and just allow me….. to delight in whatever the Divine unfolds for me….. I don’t even have to unknot any wayward strings, I simply put one foot in front of the other.
A snapshot from yesterday, when I was starting to hear the nattering drone of my inner grouch:
I was walking yesterday and bumped into a little girl who was raking her neighbor’s leaves back onto her neighbor’s yard.
“They keep blowing over to our yard so I am putting them back,” she explained to me.
I looked at the positively brilliant red leaves and said, “Oh, and they are so pretty, aren’t they.”
She looked and saw them, as if for the first time.
“Yes. They are beautiful………” and just stood there, rake in hand for a moment.
Further on my walk I heard “the sound”… you know the one. The one the Divine uses to say “hold onto this moment.” I was right by the temple, by this house on Loma Linda with these great trees about three doors south of My Muse’s Father’s house but on the East side of the road.
I stood there, face to the trees and smiled, breathing in the sound.
Hank, the Lhasa Apso, stood next to me, wagging his tail. He obviously heard it, too.
I had just seen this unusual man walk by, with a pack slung over his back and a knit cap on his closely cropped black hair. He had on sandals. I said to him, “Aren’t your feet cold?” (the Mom in me just never goes out.) He kept walking and said, “Nahh, they are fine… shoes just hurt my feet.”
Even right now, in the creation of this post.. I wrote “nattering drone” and I thought, “That sounds cool, but do I have the meaning of “nattering” down? Hopped to m-w.com and yessiree, I did have it right.
I thought, “Where do I get these cool things that float into my brain, when I am so not sure if I know what they mean I just know they sound cool?”
Ah, yes. Be fulfilled. Be Sun. Be Summer.
Thanks, Jen.