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Archive for Beauty – Page 5

Winter Solstice

It's a little late, but I just found this poem by Rebecca Parker in my in-box (which shows how behind in my correspondence I am), and it was so lovely I wanted to share it.

WINTER SOLSTICE
by Rebecca Parker

Snow
Perhaps
for a
moment
the typewriters will
stop clicking,
the wheels stop
rolling
the computers desist
from computing,
and a hush will fall
over the city.

For an instant, in
the stillness,
the chiming of the
celestial spheres will be heard
as earth hangs
poised
in the crystalline
darkness, and then
gracefully
tilts.

Let there be a
season
when holiness is
heard, and
the splendor of
living is revealed.

Stunned to stillness
by beauty
we remember who we
are and why we are here.

There are
inexplicable mysteries.

We are not
alone.

In the universe there
moves a Wild One
whose gestures alter
earth's axis
toward
love.

In the immense
darkness
everything spins with
joy.

The cosmos enfolds
us.

We are caught in a
web of stars,
cradled in a swaying
embrace,
rocked by the holy
night,
babes of the
universe.

Let this be the
time
we wake to
life,
like spring wakes, in
the moment
of winter
solstice.

End Times

Reflection

The other day, in the midst of this period of major change and disruption in the world, I happened to be listening to a audio tape by Michael Meade. He was talking about the “end of times”, which he says we as a species have felt as imminent for two hundred years at least.

That’s not to say, he hastens to clarify, that we don’t need to do absolutely everything that we can to address the challenges of our time – both cultural and environmental – but that we also need to access “eternal time” or that still small place inside us that stays constant through upsets large and small.

Meade's long-term perspective served to jolt me out of my overwhelm for a minute – and his call to center ourselves in what's permanent and unchanging is certainly an apt reminder in these times that threaten to drown us in the sheer chaos of change and uncertainty. The poet William Yeats described this moment, which has obviously come before, in the lines of his famous The Second Coming:

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity."

In the wake of massive challenges in our economic, political and environmental spheres, there are many life-style choices that need to be made right now – crucial choices about consumption and political representation and the fundamental will to care for ourselves and others – that will determine the ways we impact each other, create our futures and decide the fate of our species (among others).

Many of those choices, however, are not only important responses to the pressing issues of our time but choices that define what it means for each of us to be human and live a conscious life – a life of sanity and humanity. These are crucial decisions to make no matter what condition the external world is in.

Finding that “timeless” center of “right relationship” for myself, & making the daily choices that align me with it is what helps me avoid the panic & despair that the daily news would otherwise trigger in my fearful psyche.

One last thing – as Maturana and others have said so well, language – what we speak into the world with our words, our images, our voices and our movement – is of seminal importance. When we are awake and consciously languaging the lives and futures we want to bring forward into the world, for ourselves and for all beings, that is what manifests between us.

So I write this to bring an awareness of that unchanging moment and suggest that we collectively use this knowledge as our True North, our guiding star as we go forward in these days of light and shadow. That we look to what is possible and to what is being born; that we keep our eyes on "that rough beast" (or to use today's metaphor, the imaginal cells that are at this very moment forming into a butterfly) as it emerges in our midst, rather than lose ourselves in the eddies of despair and lament over what is sick and dying.

We choose our future; we speak it and imagine it in each moment of our everyday lives. Together we can make it whole and beautiful. May it be so.

Vote for Hope

I got turned on to this great Flash video in David Sibbet’s blog this morning… It’s another great example of new media and creativity in the service of something that matters. And this is something that matters a lot right now, even if the recent debates have been less than electric.

Barack Obama’s passionate speech in this video reminds me why I want him to be our next president.


Obama ’08 – Vote For Hope from MC Yogi on Vimeo.

Beauty as Cosmic Wholeness

Because I love it, I often use this quote from Matthew Fox as my email signature:

“… all experience of beauty is experience of cosmic wholeness, of harmony. Beauty is microcosmic intuition of macrocosmic reality.”

One day I got a wonderful note from my friend Sherrin Ann Bennett (who is so amazing I wish she had a blog or a website so I could link to it and you too could see her light shine), commenting on it …

Fox says:

"All experience of beauty is experience of cosmic wholeness, of harmony."

Sherrin Ann responds:

"It touches that deep sense in which beauty opens the window of my
own awareness connecting with whatever I give my attention to the
Infinite."

Fox:

"Beauty is the microcosmic intuition of macrocosmic reality."

Sherrin:

"Yes, it is the wonder of irrevocable Oneness that brings me to my knees.

The strange thing is that beauty doesn’t seem to be inherent in the form I see. 
She reveals herself anywhere, even the crack of the sidewalk beneath my feet.

Beauty’s presence flows from heartfelt gratitude for life, just as it is, in the moment that I find myself.

She is the presence of the Infinite in ordinary things, the indescribable presence that makes the familiar extraordinary.
 

The music of my heart’s gratitude invites Beauty to dance in the arms of whatever I behold.

I used to think that Beauty was only for the wealthy. Now, She
dances with love in the simplest of moments whenever I offer my
attention in appreciation of Her grace.

Calling forth Beauty, or simply noticing where she reveals
Herself, is an awareness of heaven on earth that nourishes and sustains
me."

Thank you, Sharon!