I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Every answer to the question "What is the meaning of life?" is radically different from person to person. This group begins with Michael Nagler who is Professor emeritus of Classics and Comparative Literature at University of California, Berkeley, where he has taught since 1966, and where he founded the Peace and Conflict Studies department. Next is Alexander who is in grade school and is seven and a half years old. Finally, we have Martin who is a Senior at UC Berkeley.
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With what do we buy our money? Many years ago, I was giving a talk on wisdom in the world. At the end of the talk, I was approached by an old man. He came up to me and said, "I want to ask you a question." I said, "What's that?" He said, "With what do you buy your money?" I thought about it for a minute, and said, "With your life, of course." He said, "You're right, and I wish I had known that when I was much younger. For all my life, I worked for money. I put all my time into working for money that I thought I would enjoy later on."
He explained that he just never thought about anything else except working to save money, to put money away, to plan for the future. And the future had arrived, and here he was, an old man. And he expressed that he had a sense of bitterness about that, that he hadn't achieved an earlier understanding about the importance of living life, and that he had indeed bought his money with his life.
Showing up for our lives is the essence of meditation. No "practice" is needed. Arriving into the here and now. Difficult to face reality; often running away into day dreams and other distractions. Too much work and play to do. What if today is "last day of our life"? Is this the life we wanted? Awe and wonder is in order. Be like little children. Feel the magic of this moment. Now!
You cant find it in a box of chocolates. Cant find it in a rose.
Cant find it at a fancy dinner, even in brand new clothes.
You cant find it in a yacht on a trip to rome.
If you find it you cant touch it but you can always bring it home.
You can find it at a funeral. Can find it in a smile.
Can find it in a triathlon runner in his final mile.
You can find it at a wedding and a childs graduation too.
If youve found it then you know it because its always inside of you.
...i guess that means
You can find it in those chocolates and in that gorgeous rose!
Its in a shared look at dinner in those spiffy clothes!
Its even in the ocean floating with that yacht to rome!
You can never lose it, for it will always be your home.
It's been so long, I can't remember the sound of your beat. Every time I've caught a glimpse of you and began to feel your welcoming embrace, I've savagely tore away. I wanted to suffer, can't you see? I didn't want to come back and have to look at myself, look at what I had become without you.
I'm tired of running and avoiding my truth, I want to feel your beat again.
Today, I walk into your open arms full of love and forgiveness. I don't want to suffer anymore. I want to be free to live in the light. I will settle into the innocence I've searched for everywhere, everywhere but inside.
There it is.
I know that sound.
I've found our beat again.