We are the delicate and fragile bridge between form and formlessness. Here by divine invitation, we are bestowed the task of custodianship of nature, whether that nature is our own body or the body of the world. We are given a scared contract to fulfill, rooted in compassion and kindness. But we quickly lose ourselves in the great forgetting. It seems the forgetting is built into us not as something wrong but as something right. Part of the growing of us. Spiritual seeking is the journey of remembering. And once remembered life is never the same again. Something fundamental changes in our relationship to existence.
Beautiful instruction to this week's poems. Very timely for me .Thank you so much. Love the pic too. :-)
Thank you as always for your lucid poems Kavi, much appreciated to read weekly. It keeps me in touch with the teaching you and Amoda share. x
Being in the world but not of the world, such a gift