I am the moon, a moving lake of nectar in the sky. With moonbeams pouring down in limitless streams, I nourish all vegetation. In this way, crops of all kinds are produced that give food to every living creature. I am the moon, a moving lake of nectar in the sky.
— Jnaneshwar Maharaj, commenting on a verse of the Bhagavad Gita
All through your life, the most precious experiences seem to vanish. Transience turns everything to air. You look behind and see no sign even of a yesterday that was so intense. Yet in truth, nothing ever disappears, nothing is lost. Everything that happens to us in the world passes into us. It all becomes part of the inner temple of the soul and it can never be lost. This is the art of the soul: to harvest your deeper life from all the seasons of your experience. This is probably why the soul never surfaces fully. The intimacy and tenderness of its light would blind us. We continue in our days to wander between the shadowing and the brightening, while all the time a more subtle brightness sustains us. If we could but realize the sureness around us, we would be much more courageous in our lives. The frames of anxiety that keep us caged would dissolve. We would live the life we love and in that way, day by day, free our future from the weight of regret.
The only real rules in art are the ones we discover for ourselves.
— Richard Boleslavsky, Acting: The First Six Lessons
(Thanks to Robert Pond, from whom I wrested this book years ago. I am reading it at night to soothe my aching heart at his passing. It’s an old book; he had acquired several copies to loan out– I convinced him to let me keep one.)
Meditation opens the mind to the greatest mystery that takes place daily and hourly; it widens the heart so that it may feel the eternity of time and infinity of space in every throb; it gives us a life within the world as if we were moving about in paradise.
When you sit, allow Mother Earth to sit for you. When you breathe, allow Mother Earth to breathe for you. When you walk, allow Mother Earth to walk for you. Don’t make any effort. Allow her to do it. She knows how to do it. When you are sitting, allow the air to enter your lungs. Allow the air to go out of your lungs. We don’t need to try to breathe in. We don’t need to try to breathe out. We just allow nature, allow the Earth to breathe in and out for us. We just sit there and enjoy the breathing in and the breathing out. There is no “you” who is breathing in and breathing out. The breathing in and the breathing out happen by themselves. Try it. We allow our body to relax totally, without striving or even making an effort. Behave like the fetus in the womb of the mother. Allow your mother to do everything for you, to breathe, to eat, to drink. This is possible if you know how to take refuge in Mother Earth.
The story is not merely a telling. It is not merely a remembering. The story is an action. The story is a bringing something forth. The story, followed, enacted, and living,
is a world coming into being.