(Cesar Chavez -- who would have been 93 years old today)
In Zorba the Greek, Nikos Kasantzakis describes an encounter between his principal character and an old man busily at work planting a tree. "What is it you are doing?" Zorba asks. The old man replies: You can see very well what I'm doing, my son, I'm planting a tree." "But why plant a tree," Zorba asks, "if you won't be able to see it bear fruit?" And the old man answers: I, my son, live as though I were never going to die." The response brings a faint smile to Zorba's lips and, as he walks away, he exclaims with a note of irony: "How strange -- I live as though I were going to die tomorrow!"
(The person who wrote this wishes to remain anonymous)
The thing is not to cling to thoughts but to let them go. By letting them, go, they are replaced by other thoughts until you become aware of thought following thought. As the immortal bard, Shakespeare, said at the end of the last play, The Tempest, when Prospero goes home, having burned his magic books of ego and thrown away his magic wand of power, "to Milan [I'll go] where every third thought shall be my grave." You become aware of your thoughts in that sense. Shakespeare was aware that there's one thought, and then there's another thought, and then there's another thought, and there's a space in between. So you become aware of the mind thinking and the thoughts passing through. That gives you a profile on your thoughts, so to speak. Not that you have to think of them, or inspect them, or grab them by the tail. You become aware that all those thoughts are passing through your mind. You look at them from the outside almost. You become the observer of your own mind, which is useful for an artist.
(Allen Ginsberg)
More progress on Mandala #47:
From another dream in this time of social distancing:
R appeared out of nowhere on a street in Bellingham near downtown ... I was not surprised to see him because something in me never stopped hoping that he would return from Vietnam unbroken ... with a few more steps, R and I were standing face to face ... I said, "We are much older now"... we hugged for a long time and I felt the warmth of him. We stood back and looked at each other again. I said, "We can do this." R said, "Yes."
Where do dreams come from? I trust the mysterious giver of dreams and know that my deepest feelings, wanted and unwanted, are guides to balance and wholeness. Often I need help in identifying what I am feeling. I need to try on different feeling words until I find the ones that fit. What I felt in this dream was "energized."