10/05/2022

Crocus

What is always already open and free gets veiled by seeking it.

We assume that our bondage is the result of lifetimes, requiring lifetimes to unbind, when in fact we invent our bondage each moment, and each moment we are free to drop it.

This very breath is an opportunity to sweep the mind clear, and fall in love. Fall in love with what, with whom? With Love. Then the universe gushes in, filling the void with otherness.

Star-clusters, chrysanthemums, mountains gleaming with first snow, dragonflies and mushroom spores, gushing out of our own heart, fiercely, softly, weightless as God.

But we do not see or feel or respire the truth. Why? Because we are in bondage to yesterday's mind and its toxic residue in the nervous system. And our nation's media, with its politicians, magnify this toxic self-generated dis-ease. They feed on it and it empowers them.

The cure of our national dis-ease is neither the Left nor the Right, neither socialism nor trumpism, law and order, nor rebellion. What does our nation need? Our nation needs to burst its heart chakra.

Take some time each day to meditate, to bathe in the radiance of what is already open and free. Then, in your chosen work, wherever you serve or play, simply remind each other in a thousand small ways how ineffably beautiful our true nature is.

The radical act is being present. The revolution is to breathe. Postpone the apocalypse, procrastinate catastrophe, but not the crocus, enfolding this golden alfalfa field in an unexpected drop of amethyst, lately come to the motherland.

Gratitude expands the heart. This is the secret of our energy. The world will be gone in an instant, but you still have time to inhale. Why not take in billions of suns with the next inhalation, from belly to throat, a riotous pollen of joy, undulating through hollows of sorrow?

One shouting flower in this meadow of desolation might herald the new earth. This is not a spiritual exercise. It's how Christ sees the lilies. So'ham. A single breath changes everything.



Photo: Autumn crocus in a field near my home

 

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