Bowed

I’m with the passing/passage of Thich Nhat Hanh.

My eyes are moist in this morning’s meditation.  I feel joy and sorrow come together in the tender center of the heart, tears, liquid love – oneness. I remember how clear that was when I walked in the mountains of Nepal, hands coming together, namaste, how clear that can be each moment, each day.

Namaste – I see the Spirit in you. You see the Spirit in me. The Divine Light in me bows to the Divine Light in you. Namaste.

Thich Nhat Hanh:

“The miracle is not to walk on water. The miracle is to walk on the green earth, dwelling deeply in the present moment and feeling truly alive.”

And in the passage and energetic distribution of Thich Nhat Hanh, I am flower, mountain, water, still and moving, space opening and closing, massaging with each breath – Gratitude, Ease, and Peace.

Thich Nhat Hanh

The beloved teacher, guide, loving presence, and inspiration for Interbeing has passed away.

I open a little book I keep here on my desk, A Handful of Quiet, Happiness in Four Pebbles. The practice is to gather four pebbles, and let each one represent a flower, a mountain, still water, or space.

Then, the meditation is:

Breathing in, I see myself as a Flower.

Breathing out, I feel Fresh.

Breathing in, I see myself as a Mountain.

Breathing out, I feel Solid.

Breathing in, I see myself as Still Water.

Breathing out, I Reflect things as they are.

Breathing in, I see myself as Space.

Breathing out, I feel Free.

The creek in Mill Valley today
Looking into the stream – Reflect