Today At Meetingbrook

Saturday, September 29, 2012

No ant realizes its origin

At the end of his life he craves tuna fish.

That, and the knowledge one person, alone, learning with compassion, sets a tone for reincarnation many will find soothing.

The Tibetan Lama gathers to himself four lineages. The homeless nobody, beginning a tuna on whole wheat, offers bite to companion.

What follows is a world of incalculable understanding suddenly streaming -- a five minute window where eyes look around for the source of such sweet and fleeting joy.

His death is no battle. Not even a chore. It is a final crumb falling to ground vaguely scented with distant sea.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Where did you say to meet you

I hear a man I know suffers a new condition.

Elsewhere I hear it said that when mind conforms to the conditions of the body there is peace.

Origin, it is said, is where everything abides in creative abandon.

We'll meet there, I submit, at origin.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

From one to one; to one as one

It's different from not believing in God in the sense people mean when they ask if you believe in God.

You could say I don't believe in God, but that's not it.

I don't believe in belief.

You could say I dwell in God the same way fish dwell in the sea and earthworms in soil.

Belief has nothing to do with it.

When someone asks, I pray for them. I pray -- not to God -- but, within God.

Ah, you might be tempted to say, then you do believe in God. No, not so. (Mu?)

I call upon what is the reality of their being to be the wholeness which is their true origin and home.

Return, I pray, to the home you are before birth after death during life.

That which is by any other, certainly by no other, name -- the one we call from and to and as -- God.

Good health to you, my friend and friends!

However and wherever and whoever -- you are.

Wholly at home.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Where, then, would it be?

When is a backache not a backache?
When it's not in your back.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Poems are sweet scripture

Not in a garden. Not on a crowded avenue.

One's eyes are for you.

Millions of stars go by.

You are here. And so am I.

We are so fortunate!

Sunday, September 23, 2012

The song said: "I want to know what love is. I want you to show me."

Love is the quality of being.

If you are, you are love.

Show up. Be as you are.

Manifest one another.