Archive for July, 2010

I just finished The Shack, by W. Paul Young.  I am just getting into Rainbow Tribe.  These books are the subject of my next blog entry.  I received  The Shack from a teacher in my school that stated she read my words in it.  I received Rainbow Tribe from another friend.  After finishing and beginning each I couldn’t help but wonder if you two had talked to each other.  Of course they could not have physically spoken to each other but somehow there was a communication.  Transcendental?  Does communication and relationship flow through people?  I believe it does.  Relationships are 4 dimensional entities.  These two books are different and the same as we all are on this Earth walk.  Different and the Same.  Powerful dichotomy.    Can three peoples stories and very different experiences triangulate into a relationship that can change the world?  One of my favourite images comes from this poem:  “Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”  Each time I read it I think of the relationships that can happen in a school house and how those relationships transform our world.  I want to be part of this transformation.  Please keep walking with me.

Soul, Heart, and Body One Morning

There’s a morning where presence comes over you,
and you sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape.

Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins
to dance. At that moment soul
reaches total emptiness. Your heart becomes Mary,

miraculously pregnant, and body, like a two-day-old
Jesus says wisdom words. Now the heart
turns to light, and the body picks up the tempo.

Where Shamsi Tabriz walks, the footprints
are musical notes and holes you fall through into space.

Today, like any other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.

from Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
by Jalal al-Din Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks

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