Tag Archives: Awakening

Have you ever been alive? Curious Sensation isn’t it?

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man steps over the couch, into the autumn wind, he is naked yet covered by his own nature…

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Albin Brunovsky

Title by: Marcel Mariën

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“The Search for reason ends at the known; on the immense expanse beyond it only the sense of the ineffable can glide. It alone knows the route to that which is remote from experience and understanding. Neither of them is amphibious: reason cannot go beyond the shore, and the sense of the ineffable is out of place where we measure, where we weigh. We do not leave the shore of the known in search of adventure or suspense or because of the failure of reason to answer our questions. We sail because our mind is like a fantastic seashell, and when applying our ear to its lips we hear a perpetual murmur from the waves beyond the shore. Citizens of two realms, we all must sustain a dual allegiance: we sense the ineffable in one realm, we name and exploit reality in another. Between the two we set up a system of references, but we can never fill the gap. They are as far and as close to each other as time and calendar, as violin and melody, as life and what lies beyond the last breath.”

-Abraham Joshua Heschel

 

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The centipede replied: I do not manage them.

One who forces their way to power, will touch no food. One who moves with the stream, the rarest of fruits. They made no history, rulers, with simple branches, trembling in heavy snows, far from honor and wealth, they cling to a root that does not grow.

What am I under Heaven, shall I act as if I were something. All is movement. Three thousand years, midnights precious shrine. To leave a sacred shell, shrouded in incense, or to go on dragging the tail in the mud.

To distinguish the tip of a hair, the horse travels hundreds of miles, relative is our view. Of fullness and emptiness, how can one compare. One does not rejoice in completion nor lament in beginning. The revolution is not over, birth and death are even, the terms are not final.

-Josh Fleming; Remixing Thomas Mertons translations of Chuang Tzu

Image by: Oystein Sture Aspelund

The Purpose Is In Its Place

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Watching a time-lapse of broken pictures, other lives seemingly being fulfilled, as we fail to realize what is our own. What is always with us, yet so often left trailing behind, or placed so far from our grasp, yet it is always here, always greeting us upon every turn, engulfing us in presence and purpose. If we cease to remember this, this patient and persistent truth, what can be sensed and known, we shall forget to fulfill the purpose in its place. Our lives seemed to be organized by chaos and fate, pleasure and pain, courage and fear, yet beyond our many chapters of regret and redemption, life is rewriting a moment to be fully actualized. If we are aware of this occurrence, become apart of its appearance, everything will be in its place. Purpose will drive us to meet this reality, as it is, directions will be waiting with the leaves on the ground.

-Josh Fleming

White Trunk

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We are here, never there, if only we could see this as so, come to appreciate the moments given, to hold gratitude in heart for what sustains its rhythm, to appreciate the moments given, if only we could see as it is, not as it has been spoken, to invest our entirety in the wholeness of what is becoming reborn in this very moment. Bless…

-Josh Fleming