[Thespiritexpress] poem read at Mastery

[rnadeau]

Thank you Riantee ~~~~~ Long live the voice of the Thrush that speaks at the edge of the forest~!! 

Only Love, ~Ron 

> On Jun 29, 2021, at 10:03 PM, Riantee Rand via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> wrote:
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>> 
>> Two Thrushes told me:
>>  
>> On my dozing pillow the Swainson thrush’s warbling
>> reaches me from the edge of the forest:
>> 
>> “Wake up, you have slept long enough,
>> open your eyes, step out of the house
>> don’t let the ceiling cut you off from the sky,
>> hear my song spreading the word
>> that nothing is wrong with the world,
>> that it is even okay when it’s not okay,”
>> I hear the wise bird say as all my senses awaken
>> from the dreamer’s dream.
>>  
>> My open window allows
>> the scent of wild azalea
>> to intone with the warbling:
>> “You don’t have to fix anything, anyone,
>> not even yourself,
>> for there can be no mistake in all of creation.
>> The world has solidified your attention,
>> but nothing ‘out there’ has density,
>> don’t fall for the illusion of gravity.”
>>  
>> From far far away the Hermit thrush responds,
>> sending ripples of pleasure throughout my waking body:
>> “There is only the movement of eternal breath
>> breathing everything in and out of form.
>> What you believe you see
>> is just another dimension of this formless reality,
>> this physical web of relationships crossing and uncrossing,
>> constantly exchanging energy.
>>  
>> When you fell into sleep everything crystallized,
>> your first attention became fixated in the thinking mind.
>> Now you have learned to move out of thought
>> to incubate the second attention,
>> but images replaced opinions
>> and
>> absorbed in pictures
>> you could not access your third attention.
>>  
>> Release the unresolved sufferings held in the body,
>> unravel the training that lured you into sleep
>> from your very beginning,
>> light the sacred fire of the present,
>> bring the past to the moment,
>> use nostalgia as an opportunity to revisit it
>> with a fondness for your wise purity
>> and innocent awareness,
>> start the re-parenting that revises what no longer serves you,
>> for you are the maker of your own experience.
>>  
>> Let consciousness be laughter
>> that tumbles down
>> the imagined walls of separation,
>> allow bird songs to penetrate
>> the points of entry in your body,
>> and together
>> we will hum the world into creation.”
>>  
>> Thus spoke the thrushes.
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