Wednesday, October 23, 2024

all the flowers are forms of water

  





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The act of trying to find the way home is what convinces us we are lost. 

We are not lost, we are not alone, and we have never left home.


—Rumi





Never during its pilgrimage is the human spirit completely adrift and alone. From start to finish its nucleus is the Atman, the god-within. 
Underlying its whirlpool of transient feelings, emotions and delusions is the self-luminous, abiding point of the transpersonal god. 

As the sun lights the world even when cloud-covered, the Immutable is never seen but is the Witness; 
it is never heard but is the Hearer; it is never thought but is the Thinker; it is never known but is the Knower. 

There is no other witness but This, no other knower but This.


—The Upanishads





All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now
when you are alone you will be all right
whether or not you know you will know
look at the old house in the dawn rain
all the flowers are forms of water
the sun reminds them through a white cloud
touches the patchwork spread on the hill
the washed colors of the afterlife
that lived there long before you were born
see how they wake without a question
even though the whole world is burning


—W. S. Merwin
Rain Light


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