Haiku 2

Haiku 2

she free from stories
walks santiago's camino
dreaming cute lil' life

This is my take on a quote by Marianne Williamson “Let go of your story so the Universe can write a new one for you.”

Confusion

Everybody knows 63 precedes 64. This makes sense and does not mean much. And then they come to me this week via email from The Book of Changes, the I’Ching, which I have not read – yet – and bring up gates 63 and 64 in my head. 63 — The Gate of Doubt. After Completion. And then 64 — The Gate of Confusion. Before Completion. Now I am confused. 63 precedes 64; After completion precedes Before completion. Where did this begin? Where did I begin? In 63, two Saturns ago. Is that coincidence? No such thing. 58 years of reliable confusion. But I am getting ahead of myself. Doubt after completion is gate 63. I am sensing the past: did I do right? With each beginning a completion? I doubt it. In the now, I am mapping our future in a pile of diapositive slides. I doubt the blur of colors and shades. Glimpses ring through inconsistently. Tomorrow and yesterday dance beautifully, and the music is playing just now. And now, I am accepting to make sense of the past, the gift of gate 64. I am consistently confused, and yesterday and tomorrow dance perfectly. Infinite and null beginnings. I doubt this is the end. In all this con-fusing mystery is the beginning.

Time to catch up with my weekly writing course. This is week 6, and the year has fewer than 46 weeks left.

Just words: Giving

“Subhuti, if someone gives treasures equal to the number of sands on the shores of the Ganges river, and if another, having realized the egolessness of all things, thereby understanding selflessness, the latter would be more blessed than the one who practiced external charity. Why? Because great disciples do not see blessings and merit as a private possession, as something to be gained.”
Subhuti inquired of the lord Buddha, “What do you mean ‘great disciples do not see blessings and merit as private possession’?”
“Because those blessings and merit have never been sought after by those great disciples, they do not see them as private possessions, but they see them as the common possession of all beings.”
Diamond Sutra, chapter 28

Let me give you some advice. Give me a break. You have got the gift. Give it back to me. What gives?

There is a lot of giving going on here. Always. Everywhere. Each of us. Let us take time to reflect: Did I give you this to receive? Later maybe? Straightaway? How does a gift make me feel? Is it pure joy? Any gratitude? Oh, gratitude! Now, am I obliged to give? Give to you? When? Or to somebody else? I am sensing a debt with a forceful forecast to pay. Back. Am I chained to the gift already? What must the newly gifted slave do? What have I given? To whom? Often? Or seldom? Too often? Too seldom? Too little? Too much? Too to many? Too to few?

And I give you the spoiler. Straight up. I have no answer for any and all of these questions. I have very few answers to give. And I give them freely. What do you mean, you didn’t ask? There is a time when an answer comes. Just like that. You can’t give it back. You don’t know where it came from.

There is a lot of giving going on here. Everywhere. Always. For all of us. We got a gift. Unique to each of us. And shared among all. The gift. Life. Don’t give it away. Keep it. Share it. We are all gifted.

Subhuti, good people have no merit and were given no blessings. You understood. Good people share and shine the merit and blessings we all possess.

I have signed up for a year-long online writing course. This is lesson 4 on ‘giving’. I am committed to the remaining 48 lessons … I am a little behind, because we are in week 5 of the year, but I believe it is going well. So far I have done the fairytale Hans in Luck, short autofiction on work, and some freewriting on ‘obstacle’.