Listening for the moment, you’ll find it’s there.
Open a space in it with your breath.
We are swimming in time.
Don’t fall asleep.
Don’t forget to breathe.
Be a choir.
Be the pitch reverberating.
Be the blessed echo.
I need a more luminous word for the impossibility we crave.
Even the sunset is gone in an instant.
We want to know the last digit of pi.
We want accuracy in all things
But especially in love.
And will it last forever?
Can you promise I won’t cry at the end of this movie?
Will it be beautiful?
Will anyone remember?
This poem is on the wall calendar at the yoga studio where I teach, and it’s given me much to think about.
The small man builds cages … How have we been building cages in our lives? How do we imprison ourselves and others? What are these cages made of? Our own expectations, fears, judgements, and attachments.
The sage seems endless in his confidence and radiance. I imagine him walking under the moon smiling kindly as he leaves keys just within reach of the imprisoned. The keys are simple things: light, breath, awareness, kindness. The sage knows that you are not your cage but the person you become when you are free from it.
Today, see if you can drop a key for someone, maybe even yourself. When you encounter a cage, look between the bars at the human being inside, and see that they are bigger than that. Give people permission to grow and become their most radiant selves by acknowledging the goodness in them right now.
I was looking online for a photo to go with a different post when I found this along with this quote from the movie Basquiat:
The prince would smash his
head against the bars hoping that someone
would hear the sound and find him. The
crown made the most beautiful sound that
anyone ever heard. You could hear the
ringing for miles. It was so beautiful,
that people wanted to grab the air. They
never found the prince. He never got out
of the room. But the sound he made filled
everything up with beauty.
I just think this is perfect and beautiful and wanted to share. Do me a favor this weekend, and try to be open to unexpected art. The human spirit is always looking for ways to reach out to you.