It is the uncertainty between a particle and a wave that seems to fit perfectly with the Hon Sha ze Sho Nen. The distance healing symbol in Reiki means no past, no present, no future; no time, no space.
But how can that be when we use time and space, not only to intend for something to happen, but to see our intention to fruition?
At one end of the pendulum we have no action. At the other end we have action; one moment still but still moving.
It’s right there, in that sweet spot, in the uncertainty of whether it will be particle or wave, action or no action that Hon Sha Ze Sho Nen occurs.
But instead of time and space collapsing as you think it might if one might be able to exist in between one or the other, time stretches, not only forward and back, but on all sides, in all dimensions.
I think it’s like holding a butterfly in your open hand.
Maybe it is the Buddha’s middle path.
Shall we take it?
I have to interrupt the chickens by making my own sound: fingers tapping out my inner state on a small keyboard.
The chickens make a lot of sense as they carry on converstations and follow social rules,
I watch them from the kitchen window as they share with some doves but not with others.
Better than vision is to listen to them speak to one another on the patio where they gathered
to get out of the rain.
Tonight they will all sit close together in their little house on the upper level: the loft.
The door will be closed against intruders
and they will sit as close to one another as they can.
To The Universal Life Force:
To My Beloved God,
To my friend and companion,
When you go to the store can you pick up
more wire and stones,
garnets and carnelian, citrine, aventurine, lapis lazuli, quartz of all sorts
I wanted to make a list lest I forget
that I need things to reflect your light,
to make things that brighten the day,
some way to say, “I care, I’m here, I can hear your what you are not going to say
except through me.
You speak so many beings into life
and I am only one
but you make us each
equipped to say what you would not say
any other way.
This is the place where sound and light are one,
here in sadhana, or just after.
Where does the tone end and the light begin?
Imagine the force of the wave and breathe it in with your skin.
The birds are singing rainy songs on the wet black branches of all the trees;
every living thing is singing
and their song is subdued.
There is always snow,
deep and white.
And the woods look black in contrast,
As black as the wolf who waits for me to follow.
He tells me to stay in his tracks
one careful step after another.
There is always deep snow.
up to my knees,
and the trees look black in contrast.
I want to scream it in the streets:
Listen to me!
I don’t even know exactly what I want to say,
But this yearning to be heard is is rumbling
around like thunder and I’m learning
that I have a right to be alive
simply because I am.
I want to sing.
Listen to me! Please.
It’s a good song that will make you
and when you find out what that is you will want to sing too.
I want to whisper
purple and rose phrases
and take you through the stages of waking up.
It is good to voice the life inside me
because it is love and love needs somewhere to go.
Listen to me.
It will make you