Gathering, stitching
Gathering
Stitching
Rags & tags
Into a whole
Not so crazy quilt
An opus
Of our eldering
:- Doug.
Archive for December 4th, 2012
As soon as you begin to write your own words stop
As soon as you begin to write your own words stop.
:- Doug.
Ahead of a day of doing
“A deed that has no doer,” “in the presence of presence” James P. Carse writes in Breakfast at the Victory. Still, are we here merely to witness, to be dead matter rotting? This urge to change things, to make better, to become larger cannot be ignored. It is inborn in us, inescapable.
Why would we want to escape? Our very opposable thumb tells us otherwise. Is there something wrong with ego, with interacting with our surroundings? Even the clouds, all the same as different as they are from form to form, interact with the winds, also the same and ever different.
It is I think a way of saying there is something larger, a place to stand and see the larger (“At the still-point in the center of the circle one can see the infinite in all things”) and from there to act. Perhaps larger. Perhaps without acting. Perhaps by letting be.
Yet Carse is writing about a doing that is being done through this cook who spins around among toaster, coffee pots, skillet, counter and again. He was essential to the doing, but not doing it, being that through which the doing happened. We are that through which divinity—all that does and is—happens. It is a larger sense of doing.
So I need to sit in your presence and let happen ahead of a day of doing.
:- Doug.
