The Fluidity of Truth

“Doing it right the first time” does not always look the same way. Truth is a dance where the rules and certainties change with the circumstances. This fluidity is what makes truth so interesting. because of it’s marriage to nonviolence, Truth has a fluidity about it. In one situation truth shows up boldly and courageously, as when we do a tough intervention on a loved one who is faltering under alcoholism. In another situation, truth shows up in a most gentle way, as when we heap praise upon a young child’s diligent artwork. Both of these examples show a different flavor that he practice of truth takes when it is partnered with the love of nonviolence. The compassion of nonviolence keeps truthfulness from being a personal weapon. It asks us to think twice before we walk around mowing people down with our truth, and then wonder where everyone went.
The fluidity of truth also requires that we clean our lens, and periodically get new glasses with which to observe the world.”

Deborah Adele, The Yamas & The Niyamas

An Abiding Calm

“The Buddhists speak of an abiding calm.

A centeredness that is unshakeable.

Like a tall tree so rooted in the earth that the great winds cannot topple it.

This for me is the image of contentment.

It means not riding the waves of the ups and downs of life.

It means that we not only agree to what is in the moment, but we actually welcome it.

It means that in all the noise and demands of modernity, we stay in the abiding calm center.

This is the mastery of life that contentment invites us into.

The practice of gratitude and “non-seeking” can help us stay rooted in this jewel.”

Deborah Adele, from her book The Yamas & The Niyamas

Love After Life, Derek Walcott

LOVE AFTER LOVE
by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to yourself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.