The sense of something Echoing inside of me, Wanting, longing to be free To express What is me, And let all see The Womanliness That I possess.
The Heart is all The power that be. Let me love Passionately; And soft, tenderly— The mother towards the child; And sweetly, innocence— I, myself, the child.
May my heart of Love And my passion of fire Unite— The warm furnace hearth Burning in me, Protecting me From the harm The spirit can receive If it steps out Into our man-world Too meekly.
The fire and the passion Heat my heart. My heart burns With the fire-love Of a mother Fighting for the life Of her child.
I am fighting for the life Of the Child Of the Mother Of the Earth.
This Earth-Child, In my, our, custody, And all of us, her daughters, Armored messengers be. Our heart-power Is not available for the fight— Our armor is too tight. We cannot leap flames From our Hearts, Until we start to unpeel His armory from us, from me.
My weapon is My burning, flaming heart. My protection is The Earth’s flow within me, And the Universal Light around me.
My soul is with the All. My human heart, God/dess’ messenger, The flame That I must allow free So we all can join Life’s family, And Earth can simply be.
The Amazon Warrior Armed with Love, Nothing more, Begins her conquering.
Please, come join me/us. Time is running short. Our Gaia is crying. Our Love can set her free, And in so doing, You and me.
Thirty spokes converge on a single hub,
but it is in the space where there is nothing
that the usefulness of the cart lies.
Clay is molded to make a pot,
but it is in the space where there is nothing
that the usefulness of the clay pot lies.
Cut out doors and windows to make a room,
but it is in the spaces where there is nothing
that the usefulness of the room lies.
Benefit may be derived from something,
but it is in nothing that we find usefulness.
~Lao Tzu Tao Te Ching
Traditionally, it was said that rolling boulders up hills or carry pales of water helped one achieve a state of enlightenment. These things are props for the mind to play with while it settles; like putting a baby to sleep with a rattle. Yet, these props soon start to feel empty and all that's left in the end is you. You might feel naked without them but take solace; you are meant to be naked in this light. Enlightenment is as simple as a baby's rattle. Can you hear it?
I begin, continue and end my classes with dialogue on many levels. Each class is always different from a previous class. The content of the class changes because different students show up and because I'm different too. The idea of a locked in syllabus, a fixed program of studies is good because people need structure – yet, they also need to explore and make the subject their own. That's where dialogue comes in quite well. True dialogue brings meaning to life. It expresses profound love. We are born to sing, gesture, and talk with each other. Our group survival depends on that. To love one another and love the whole of creation is our destiny, purpose, or dharma. Opening up to “fields of new possibilities”, becoming wildly creative, like children, and joining the play of creation. Each of us knows so little; others may help us gain a greater view. Adjust worldviews - incorporating greater information, knowledge, and wisdom. The perfect dialogue ends in silence; a silence that feels complete in itself. A sense of unity with all-that-is pervades; along with a feeling of completeness.
Sometimes, the most important lessons are understood by the silence within.
"When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars."
Beyond what is, not away from it but before it, there is still something else that happens. In the midst of beings as a whole an open place occurs. There is a clearing, a lighting…. This open center is … not surrounded by what is; rather, the lighting center itself encircles all that is…. Only this clearing grants and guarantees to human beings a passage to those entities that we ourselves are not, and access to the being that we ourselves are.* - Martin Heidegger
* From passages selected/translated by Hubert L. Dreyfus.The Cambridge Companion to Heidegger. Edited by Charles B. Guignon. Cambridge University Press, 1993. Page 296.