Seeing what is true and knowing at 6:38 in the early morning, sunday. There is depth in sustaining silence as the neighbourhood remains in a temporary vow of silence at this time. I am reading a poem by Rumi. The sun slowly rises in the coldness of autumn. The elegance of the early morning autumn sky, pale orange, pale blue, shy white. So pleasing. So humbling. Calmness blossoms. Time lingers.
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A dried leaf still clinging. The heart breaks open. Deeply aware. There is silence, embracing everything. Hidden teachers appear from nowhere as I listen to silence. Subtle teachings. A squirrel stares at me. Time stops.
Early morning. Cold. Quiet. The silent expression of autumn. Squirrels, birds, and my dog still asleep. All deep considerations. I know that there is a converging point that ties up everything together, both the sacred and the mundane. And with a reconciling heart I wait in humility. In the fullness of time, it will appear and something extraordinary will happen. In that very moment, something that is not common will give birth to delight.
Autumn leaves, cold water, rocks, gentle morning light, water reflection, and the deep quiet in between.
A cold, quiet, and beautiful morning. It is tender, alluring and inviting. And I enter deeply into it as the sun spills its golden rays. I walk in contemplative silence, listening, observing, feeling. Autumn leaves crunching under my feet. There is something different about that walk. It is more than a walk. Each step is an intimate engagement with being alive in a thousand ways. Each step reveals a path of truth. Each step blossoms into forever. Take deep delight in that walk. It is our salvation.
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I was looking for Basho’s book of haiku, but instead found the poetry of the autumn leaves, peacefully and beautifully resting on the cold ground.
It is more than enough.
Quietly waiting, my mind trails off in hazy outline. Where is clarity in what is not known? And I go back to a soothing place of the heart where autumn’s soft glowing light is suspended. Soon the moon will appear.