I was invited to participate in the three day quote challenge and after already missing a day, for which I cannot apologize for due to other pressings needs that arose but T.Wayne over at A Joyful Process told me it’s cool. The challenge given is for three days in a row, post a quote and invite three other bloggers to join in the challenge. One would think this an easy task yet I see so many have already undertaken this and I do not wish to put you on the spot so I think from here on in, if you choose to do so, you may participate with this open invite. If you do, please add a link in my comments section so that others may find your lovely blogs and explore your worlds.
My quote for the day is as follows:
“If only you could suddenly be unaware of all things, then you could pass into an oblivion of your own body”
I’ve had this quote for years now and it came from the little zen calendar on Sunday 28 October 2001. Time passes by so quickly and we get so caught up in life, the drama of the evils of the world, even mindless television shows. We immerse ourselves in the outer to avoid the truth of the reflection within. I sit here listening to a fly buzzing at the window on a cold November day. I set it free of course and I’m quite sure it doesn’t realize that although the sun shines giving warmth to the room, it is indeed quite cool outside. But it has a desire to fly in nature and I shall oblige. But in the quiet of this room, I did become aware of it. Aware of the raindrops dried in dirt spots on the window and of now, right this very moment another fly buzzing furiously high above me in the skylight. It will have to descend if it seeks release for I cannot reach that high.
So then how to become unaware of all things, when our attention is focused on the minutiae and so I site here and I become aware of the breathing of Miss Apple the dog as she slumbers on the window seat beside me in the sunbeam. I hear the gentle rhythm of breath moving in and then out slowly, gently and as only a meditation can, I feel myself fall into the same rhythm. Slow and deep and I am aware of this, yet strangely apart from it.
I feel the calm descend as beyond the pane the last vestiges of leaves sway in the invisible breeze and it is only with the sudden boom of a gunshot that echoes through the air beyond, that I move past this drifting into awarenes of self. This is life, each moment, each second, each thing noticed and not. And still the fly buzzes above me, perhaps unsure as it beats against the glass, that we are inside looking out for the opening. The reflection comes back to land on the soul still searching. For now, it is enough just to know which direction to go.
Beautiful photo found at : http://fineartamerica.com/featured/-summer-morning-magic-veikko-suikkanen.html