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  • scrambled: feeling, being… writing

    scrambled: feeling, being… writing

    it was some two weeks ago when I noticed there are almost 100 published posts in my ( 🙂 this) blog.

    now there are 104 published and 28 in drafts.

     

    when I start this blog I was thinking “I have nothing to put here”…

    I remember Ronen encouraging me to have a personal blog. first I rejected the idea, considering I have nothing to write “for the world”. then, when I realized I will do it for me, I came at peace, embracing the idea.

     

    anyway, in many if my posts there are more things that I encounter, I quote, I feel / see / hear.

    yes, these are all about me also, about things rippling inside…

     

    but there is much more inside me… things what I would like to place them outside my mind (is this blog a creation of the mind? what is mind? is it outside? am I separated? where do I end?…) many times.

     

    words don’t come easy for me. not in writing, not in speaking out.

    maybe because clarity is not in place?… sometimes I know that is the case, sometimes words are not enough.

     

    I many times look at my inner world, noticing feelings, emotions, sensations, experiences, perspectives. I many times look at them with the eye of the observer, of the impartial surgeon, of the writer… I many other times I am those…

    many times imagining myself writing about it, in terms of placing them also outside of my mind, maybe to have a different perspective.

     

    I sometimes notice myself I would like the world to see me, to feel me, to notice me… out of the need to be seen, acknowledged, loved.

    I know the world is busy with their own… inner worlds.

     

    so rarely I can collect my own feelings, thoughts, expressions… emotions… into words.

     

    I wanna write about hurting, depression, circles, tribes….

    about love and lack of it, mom, birthing, Pearl, Daniel, Ronen, Andreea & Mihaela, Sweety, Luci, Annelieke, Sunni, Andreea…

    about being seen, not (good) enough, emptiness, about tears, warm healing tears…

    about practice which is calling me and I look at it not following, knowing my mind is so dispersed…

    about knowing that no one can do the inner work for me… and yet calling for a hand from outside…

    about loneliness, impermanent states which seems eternal, unclarity and how this covers the sky of my being and ripples into other skies…

    about being frozen…

    about the softness or lack of it, for all these…

     

    please… please, see me, embrace me sometimes… even if I don’t write, speak… my mind calls…

    my heart and soul is yearning for belonging to the tribe, to the village.

  • empty nest

    empty nest

    today I found it… on the porch… devoid of life

     

    yesterday when we were outside I say she was not there… she was not nesting… they were both missing.

    where was she? where were they? where is the chicken?

     

    I felt for them also when she lost one egg, at the beginning of the nesting, some 6 weeks ago (?)… we found the broken egg on the porch.

    I bet they didn’t cry for that… they moved on, driven by the force of life and death…

    it’s just me who’s emptiness was touched by that…

     

    today also… I am in a physically tired period (strong nausea, accumulated tiredness, out of feeding and sleeping rhythms, mind dispersed). after trying to rest some more, I come to eat… Ronen prepared late breakfast for us…

    As I was chewing, swallowing… I felt SO TIRED, depleted of life…

    I couldn’t help my head up… holding on the fork wash a tremendous effort… chewing, the same.

    there was a moment in this state when the emptiness, missing of Pearl‘s embrace come to me (the fourth time when I feel this… missing)… overwhelming… so abrupt, unexpected. tears come out, warm tears, allowing them… I was being with the emptiness, the missing, the depletion… with softness.

     

    their nest is empty too… out of life (maybe the chick is already attending its life) or out of death…?

  • correct effort, patience and perseverance

    after the sitting in Dhamma Dvara (I am still writing about that only in my mind for now, soon here), I made a decision… to make a true effort: one year of dedicated vipassana practice, twice a day, one hour sitting each.

    even if only anapana is going to be sometimes, if mind is agitated, or attention to the sensations on the small area, I am going to sit… anyway, most of the part of the practice is calming the mind (anapana).

    I know my enemies 🙂 I will make them my friends… and tools for work.

    started 12.12.2016… ending 11.12.2017 🙂

    today as I post this, it’s already with ups & downs, as always, as everything is anicca (Pali for impermanence). my mind thinks it’s not possible. I let this thought be and go… keeps coming back, seams so… permanent :)).

    besides the daily sitting, I will go at leasts twice a month to the group sitting in Cluj (Friday evenings from 18:30).

    daily also, I am keeping in contact with Dhamma work (talks, texts, books, movies etc.).

    I want to further and in detail examine my sīla (Pali / Sanskrit for morality, virtue, right conduct) , as it expresses in daily life, in what I do, how I do things… and take actions in keeping it. I already felt divergences on this subject in some aspects of my life.

    I made a list of dāna (Pali/Sanskrit for charity, generosity, giving) that I want to continue and pursue.

    in the last more then half an year I wanted to go into chanting… now I have a sense of some first small steps to personally explore this. see how it’s going.

    I’ll keep myself posted :))

    with patience and perseverance

    Buddham saranam gacchami*
    Dhammam saranam gacchami
    Sangham saranam gacchami

    I am making a true and correct effort.

    this is… today resolution :))… for the next 360 days

    amen

    I bow to all Dhamma workers, servers, practitioners, walkers of the path (whatever names they might have: Yogis, meditators, monks etc.)

    <3

    *I’m not Buddhist 😉

  • grief is life changing…

    I never would have thought what raw, searing grief and sorrow could bring out the most tender, generous, compassionate, and loving sides of total strangers. It was exquisite. I will carry this with me for the rest of my life. I saw in the darkest corners of our grief and pain, something very beautiful. Suffering compels us to reach. When you find a channel for your rage and deepest suffering, and there’s another hand there reaching back, what lies in the wake of it all, is finally – blessed peace. Calm. Nothing has changed about your loss… it’s still there. But your relationship with it  had been greatly altered. You have been and held tenderly.  You have been drained. And then you can open yourself  up again. You can start to rebuild in that annihilated place.

    Billie, personal note to Francis Weller,

    used with permission, in book “The Wild Edge of Sorrow”

  • Coleman’s bed

    Be taught now, among the trees and rocks,

    how the discarded is woven into shelter,

    learn the way things hidden and unspoken

    slowly proclaim their voice into the world.

    Find that inward symmetry

    to all outward appearances, apprentice

    yourself to yourself, begin to welcome back

    all you sent away, be a new annunciation,

    make yourself a door through which

    to be hospitable, even to the stranger in you.

    River Flow: New and Selected Poems, David Whyte, 2007

  • apprenticeship with sorrow

    apprenticeship with sorrow

    I’ve just started to read  “The Wild Edge of Sorrow” by Francis Weller

    some months ago, as Ronen was sharing, I listened to Charles Eisenstein’s podcast… a talk with Francis Weller about grief and reverence. I was touched by Francis…

    I remember taking some notes on their talks (don’t know where they are, hmmm)… then I forget Francis’s name… but the ripples of their talked remained in my heart and still ripples so alive in my life…

    then couple of days ago, an ordered book arrived home… Ronen order Francis’s book “The Wild Edge of Sorrow”! 🙂

    as I start reading I’ve already connected to Francis sayings:

    Everyone of us must undertake an apprenticeship with sorrow. We must learn and art and craft of grief, discover the profound ways it ripens and deepen us. While grief is an intense emotion, it is also a skill we develop through a prolonged walk with loss. Facing grief is hard work… it takes outrageous courage to face outrageous loss. This is precisely what we are being called to do.”

    I feel more like…called to… be with.

    and also a 12 century poem included in the preface of the book:

    ‘Tis a fearful thing,

    To love

    What death can touch.

    To love, to hope, to dream,

    And oh, to lose,

    A thing for fools, this,

    Love,

    But a holy thing

    To love what death can touch.

    speaking of impermanence

     

    looking forward to dive with Francis… into exploring grief, loss, pain, sorrow…

  • the four enemies

    As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to ask him once more about the enemies of a man of knowledge. I argued that I could not return for some time, and it would be a good idea to write down what he had to say and then think about it while I was away. He hesitated for a while, but then began to talk.

    “When a man starts to learn, he is never clear about his objectives. His purpose is faulty; his intent is vague. He hopes for rewards that will never materialize, for he knows nothing of the hardships of learning. “He slowly begins to learn… bit by bit at first, then in big chunks. And his thoughts soon clash. What he learns is never what he pictured, or imagined, and so he begins to be afraid. Learning is never what one expects. Every step of learning is a new task, and the fear the man is experiencing begins to mount mercilessly, unyieldingly. His purpose becomes a battlefield.

    “And thus he has tumbled upon the first of his natural enemies: Fear!

    A terrible enemy… treacherous, and difficult to overcome. It remains concealed at every turn of the way, prowling… waiting. And if the man, terrified in its presence, runs away, his enemy will have put an end to his quest.”
    “What will happen to the man if he runs away in fear?”
    “Nothing happens to him except that he will never learn. He will never become a man of knowledge. He will perhaps be a bully or a harmless, scared man; at any rate, he will be a defeated man. His first enemy will have put an end to his cravings.”
    “And what can he do to overcome fear?”
    “The answer is very simple. He must not run away. He must defy his fear, and in spite of it he must take the next step in learning, and the next, and the next. He must be fully afraid, and yet he must not stop. That is the rule! And a moment will come when his first enemy retreats. The man begins to feel sure of himself. His intent becomes stronger. Learning is no longer a terrifying task. “When this joyful moment comes, the man can say without hesitation that he has defeated his first natural enemy.”

    “Does it happen at once, don Juan, or little by little?”
    “It happens little by little, and yet the fear is vanquished suddenly and fast.”
    “But won’t the man be afraid again if something new happens to him?”
    “No. Once a man has vanquished fear, he is free from it for the rest of his life because, instead of fear, he has acquired clarity… a clarity of mind which erases fear. By then a man knows his desires; he knows how to satisfy those desires. He can anticipate the new steps of learning, and a sharp clarity surrounds everything. The man feels that nothing is concealed.

    “And thus he has encountered his second enemy: Clarity!

    That clarity of mind, which is so hard to obtain, dispels fear, but also blinds. “It forces the man never to doubt himself. It gives him the assurance he can do anything he pleases, for he sees clearly into everything. And he is courageous because he is clear, and he stops at nothing because he is clear. But all that is a mistake; it is like something incomplete. If the man yields to this make-believe power, he has succumbed to his second enemy and will fumble with learning. He will rush when he should be patient, or he will be patient when he should rush. And he will fumble with learning until he winds up incapable of learning anything more.”

    “What becomes of a man who is defeated in that way, don Juan? Does he die as a result?”
    “No, he doesn’t die. His second enemy has just stopped him cold from trying to become a man of knowledge; instead, the man may turn into a buoyant warrior, or a clown. Yet the clarity for which he has paid so dearly will never change to darkness and fear again. He will be clear as long as he lives, but he will no longer learn, or yearn for, anything.”

    “But what does he have to do to avoid being defeated?”
    “He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him any more. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power. “He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him.

    But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!

    “Power is the strongest of all enemies. And naturally the easiest thing to do is to give in; after all, the man is truly invincible. He commands; he begins by taking calculated risks, and ends in making rules, because he is a master. “A man at this stage hardly notices his third enemy closing in on him. And suddenly, without knowing, he will certainly have lost the battle. His enemy will have turned him into a cruel, capricious man.”

    “Will he lose his power?”
    “No, he will never lose his clarity or his power.”
    “What then will distinguish him from a man of knowledge?”
    “A man who is defeated by power dies without really knowing how to handle it. Power is only a burden upon his fate. Such a man has no command over himself, and cannot tell when or how to use his power.”
    “Is the defeat by any of these enemies a final defeat?”
    “Of course it is final. Once one of these enemies overpowers a man there is nothing he can do.”
    “Is it possible, for instance, that the man who is defeated by power may see his error and mend his ways?”
    “No. Once a man gives in he is through.”

    “But what if he is temporarily blinded by power, and then refuses it?”
    “That means his battle is still on. That means he is still trying to become a man of knowledge. A man is defeated only when he no longer tries, and abandons himself.”
    “But then, don Juan, it is possible that a man may abandon himself to fear for years, but finally conquer it?”
    “No, that is not true. If he gives in to fear he will never conquer it, because he will shy away from learning and never try again. But if he tries to learn for years in the midst of his fear, he will eventually conquer it because he will never have really abandoned himself to it.”

    “How can he defeat his third enemy, don Juan?”
    “He has to defy it, deliberately. He has to come to realize the power he has seemingly conquered is in reality never his. He must keep himself in line at all times, handling carefully and faithfully all that he has learned. If he can see that clarity and power, without his control over himself, are worse than mistakes, he will reach a point where everything is held in check. He will know then when and how to use his power. And thus he will have defeated his third enemy.

    “The man will be, by then, at the end of his journey of learning… and almost without warning he will come upon the last of his enemies: Old age!

    This enemy is the cruelest of all, the one he won’t be able to defeat completely, but only fight away. “This is the time when a man has no more fears, no more impatient clarity of mind… a time when all his power is in check, but also the time when he has an unyielding desire to rest. If he gives in totally to his desire to lie down and forget, if he soothes himself in tiredness, he will have lost his last round, and his enemy will cut him down into a feeble old creature. His desire to retreat will overrule all his clarity, his power, and his knowledge.

    “But if the man sloughs off his tiredness, and lives his fate through, he can then be called a man of knowledge, if only for the brief moment when he succeeds in fighting off his last, invincible enemy. That moment of clarity, power, and knowledge is enough.”

    The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge by Carlos Castaneda

  • David, we will see you in the sky tonight!

    David, we will see you in the sky tonight!

    “Look up here, I’m in heaven…

    This way or no way
    You know I’ll be free
    Just like that bluebird
    Now, ain’t that just like me?”

    “I will see you in the sky tonight…”

    “This is our last dance
    This is our last dance
    This is ourselves”

     

    “Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside”

     

    God 2 hours ago: ” He’s with me now… Now I can finally get that live show I’ve always wanted!”

     

    enjoy, God! 🙂
    soft & peaceful journey ahead, David!
  • unspoken: no words

    unspoken: no words

    words…
    what are they?….
    who are they?…
    you sleep… it’s me who needs to speak out somehow… and it’s good that I am here… with you

    would you forgive me,
    if, again, I will not let you sleep with my speaking?

    words…
    wondering hou would it be to have a smooth relationship with them
    other that…using them… It feels impersonal
    relationship.. which is NOT… feels like
    dry words… and yet they are born of me
    like own children which you don’t recognize as yours
    does that mean I am… dry?

    …here I go again… [judging myself also]
    there is something inside of me which feel so UNSPOKEN
    what is IT?
    feels disconnected
    feels… like so close and yet so far
    like a blind spot you know is there but you cannot see
    a blackhole which sucks my energy, attention…. and I cannot get close to it

    yet these creatures…words… are creating the bridge between myself and the world
    ….and you, you, you, you… and all my significant others.
    is in this context I feel these creatures are not with me… are going away from me
    running away
    and I have this sense of… missing the vehicle to relate… to construct…
    yet when I am with no words (in fact when I am not with words)… I am with…. feel(ing)s.
    which for me are enough… are they, really?! sometimes I know they are, I know it inside…
    and there are times I feel… like… without hands… eyes…. tongue… mouth…

    abyss between me and the world
    feeling like talking about… nothing here, again… see?! no words at hand… at least not specific ones…

    my mind is unclear now…

    going to find sleep now

  • Mar adentro… poem of Ramon Sampedro

    Mar Adentro

    Mar adentro,
    mar adentro.

    Y en la ingravidez del fondo
    donde se cumplen los sueños
    se juntan dos voluntades
    para cumplir un deseo.

    Un beso enciende la vida
    con un relámpago y un trueno
    y en una metamorfosis
    mi cuerpo no es ya mi cuerpo,
    es como penetrar al centro del universo.

    El abrazo más pueril
    y el más puro de los besos
    hasta vernos reducidos
    en un único deseo.

    Tu mirada y mi mirada
    como un eco repitiendo, sin palabras
    ‘más adentro’, ‘más adentro’
    hasta el más allá del todo
    por la sangre y por los huesos.

    Pero me despierto siempre
    y siempre quiero estar muerto,
    para seguir con mi boca
    enredada en tus cabellos.

    See inside

    The sea inside,
    The sea inside.

     

    In the weightlessness of the bottom
    Where dreams come true
    Two wills unite
    To realize a desire.

     

    Your gaze and my gaze
    Like an echo repeating without words
    Further inside, further inside.
    Until beyond the realm of everything
    Beyond blood and beyond bones.

     

    But I always wake
    And I always wish I’d be dead,
    To stay with my mouth
    Entangled within your hair.

     

    A movie to see…

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