Well, it looks like this week I re-used an article from Tricycle which I mentioned in another post. However, this is because I focused on a different aspect of the article, so that’s my excuse! Better excuse: I forgot!

I wanted to use it because I loved this paragraph:

Meditation interrupts the endless feedback loops between consciousness and language, between consciousness and being, not disrupting them as one might with a drug or madness, but opening a space, a pause, a higher order function of attentive compassion. In practice, one learns to accept finitude, mortality, and the great ending, and in practice, one learns to cultivate the patience, compassion, and peace that lead to freedom.”

The article is based on the book: “Learning to Die in the Anthropocene”

We had a talk that we agreed was much too extensive and deep to do in 15 minutes! Here’s the Rumi poem I promised:

This is a verse from the poem:

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
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.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”

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