Archive for May, 2009

The Story of One

This is a story inspired by Grace.

If you’re an illustrator and would enjoy collaborating with me to create this as a published children’s book, please email me at gail at integrated coaches dot com.

Grateful,
Gail

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The Story Of One

In the beginning was One.

One was. So really there was no beginning. Nor an end. But let’s just say it.

In the beginning One was.

One was omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.

One wanted to play. As one would.

Where is there to play when you Are there?

One wanted to play.

One wanted to see.

What is there to see when you Are One? What is to see when you are both the seeing and the seen all at Once? To see, you need a seer and a seen.

One wanted to see.

One wanted. To see. To play. To be with. To taste.

And suddenly Was Two.
“It’s like falling. All you do is choose to forget.”
Forget that you are One.

And then was Two.

Having forgotten, the Second gave himself a name. Not rock. Me. Not water. Me.

One forgot one became Two. So one of the Two named as me. Me, Second.

Then one day the Second who is me had a bad day. Second had pain. Second cried. It was not a fun day.

But worse, Second had forgotten being One, and Second suffered. Pain turned into suffering. It was really not a fun day.

Second didn’t remember being One. Second had forgotten. Second forgot choosing to become Two.

Having forgotten, Second believed in separateness, and forgot OneSelf.

Having forgotten, Second looked to the Heavens and asked for help.

(The funny thing, is One wanted to forget so that One could be Two! Remember?)

So hurting and suffering, Second asked for One’s help.

Second asked, but couldn’t hear. Second wanted One’s guidance. But Second had forgotten Self As One.

Second thought separate and wanted guidance.

So Second wanted to be loved by One. Second thought, “Maybe if One loves me I will be guided. Maybe if One loves me I won’t feel pain.”

So Second tried to earn One’s love. Second tried hard to be good. Second had forgotten that Doing Your Best is Already Good. Second forgot that One Is Good, and so is Two.

So Second tried hard to please One. Second asked One for love and for help and for forgiveness.

Second even tried to be good by praying to One every morning and every night and on every Sunday.

(Really Second was praying to One’s original Self. But Second had forgotten, as One wanted. It was all perfectly intended. Remember?)

Second studied and Second learned and Second met other Seconds.

Second didn’t like some Others.

Some Others did things Second didn’t like. The Others, too, had forgotten Oneness and The Choosing. The Others too, had pain, and Second didn’t like the way the Others behaved in their pain.

But they too, were One, playing Two. Experiencing. Reaching. Learning. Living. Growing.

The Others too, were One, taking One experience where One had not been before.

Remember? One wanted to play. Remember?

But Second didn’t remember Others were all One playing.

So Second tried not to feel pain. Second tried to avoid feeling hurt. The trouble is, the more Second tried to resist feeling pain, the more Second suffered. It was all very confusing!

Second wondered, “Why is this happening to me?”

And believing separate from One and separate from Others, Second felt terribly lonely. Lonely, Second suffered even more.

So Second prayed and prayed some more. Sometimes Second screamed, “Why have you forsaken me?” and “Why have you forgotten and abandoned me?” But really it was Second who had forgotten.

Because One was Second, remember?

Then one day with a Start, Second forgot to forget, and Second remembered. Second really remembered!

Second laughed, as One wanted. One wanted to laugh, remember?

Second said, “I Am That. I Am!”

Second laughed and said, “I suffer my own hell – of MY own creating! I forgot, and having forgotten, I suffer!” Second laughed and laughed. One laughed and laughed.

Second heard One guiding from within, and remembered. Second felt One, while also feeling as Second.

Second saw One saw Second seeing One.

It was all just as One wanted, remember?

Second laid back in the grass, remembering One.

One smiled, remembering Second remembering One.

Second said, “*I* am making? Oh! Yes! *I* am making.” Second remembered.

Second said, “*I* can choose? Oh! Yes! *I* can choose. In fact I *did* choose!” Second remembered.

Second said, “*I* do that? Oh! Yes! *I* do that.” Second remembered.

Second laughed. And as Second, One also laughed.

The next day, Second remembered One again, and chose. But this time Second wasn’t forgetting, second was remembering! Second was seeing One, seeing Second!

And Second Chose. As Second, One also chose.

And One played. As Second, One also played.

Tra la la la! Second, remembering, remembered to play. Second remembered creating. Second remembered to create real-world magic, and play. Remember? One wanted to play!

It was all so so sweet!

And one day Second learned not to try to resist pain. One learned to let pain flow and go, like the ocean. Like breath, in and out. Like the wind passing through.

And Second learned that even pain can be sweet, like growing pain, or like stretching pain. It hurts but it’s not dangerous. Second let the pain flow like breath – in and out. Second relaxed, remembering, “This too shall pass.”

And Second suffered far, far less.

Suffering less, Second remembered Oneness with Others, and hated less.

Suffering less, hating less, Second forgot less, and experienced Oneness more. Second experienced Oneness in Others more, too.

Suffering less, Second saw One. As One wanted, to be seen. Remember?

One Is
One Chooses
One Forgets
One Suffers
One Remembers
One Chooses again.
One Laughs

You! Reading! You too are One. Remember? Can you see it?

Those Others around you too are One, too. Can you see it? Can you laugh with One about it?

Let’s laugh the laugh of play together now.

You too are One.
Those too are One.
It All Is.
We all are.
Can you remember?

Let’s play.

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Yearning for Possibility

my heart breaks
my practice is to write – put it out there
so i’m putting
my heartbreak

every day i see
the pain of irritation
of judgment
of conclusions
and people fighting for their own righteous thinking.

rarely do i hear people translate

so let me be the change:

i imagine they’re wanting to be heard
out of wanting hope for a better world
like i often do.

i imagine they’re doing the best they can,
trying to live in integrity with themselves
and their beliefs
as i often do.

i’m noticing my heart opening a bit,
but not yet. not much.

so i’ll grieve.
i grieve the frequency with which
i
and my friends
practice “higher wisdom”
without ever practicing
basic translation of compassion
not the compassion of ‘i love you’
but the compassion of translation
translating others’ actions
to the universal underlying motives
that we all share

until the beauty of it opens
the heart

i grieve my pain
i hear my own underlying yearning
for hope
for hope for ease among my brothers and sisters
for hope for peace
for hope for less pain

my hope for transmission
of this practice
as a strategy for creation
of the beauty and ease that can be

today i witnessed a friend
speaking of tonglen as a counter-practice to irritation
for my practice that’s not in integrity
for me, that’s supression. denial.
for my practice,
integrity is first recognizing
the needs crying and yearning in me
that lead to my irritation
and grieve that
and THEN to open consciousness
to grok the others’ universal drives

this opens my heart
and *then*
my tonglen conducting
is in integrity

all of this,
because i want hope
for how i’m received by others out in the world

all of this,
because i want hope
for others to live joyful lives

all of this,
because i want hope
for the universal transmission of
grokking each other.

so now i’ve done a bit of grieving
and i’ve connected to the universal core needs in me
beneath the irritation in my personality
i exhale my heavy heart of silent crying
my yearning for that translation
as a strategy for my hope
while inhaling my yearning for hope
inhaling my yearning for the ease and beauty i see possible
among humans

and now my heavy heart feels measurably lighter
and i can return to my focus on other –
ah yes, now i can feel the beauty
of them trying to live congruent with their integrity
ah yes, now i can feel my heart-opening and softness
awakening to the beauty of them
doing their best
we all,
all of us,
like children, in The Playground

and now as Love carries me,
i see the I/eye of Creation,
smiling at it all
the sand
the sandbox
the sand in the eye
the crying hearts
and the love

and Creation Joy
ah, how Chosen it all is/was.

including the pain
of yearning.

Dangerous Prayers

Dangerous Prayers
— Regina Sara Ryan

Deliver us, O Truth, O Love, from quiet prayer
from polite and politically correct language,
from appropriate gesture and form
and whatever else we think we must put forth to invoke
or to praise You.

Let us instead pray dangerously —
wantonly, lustily, passionately.
Let us demand with every ounce of our strength,
let us storm the gates of heaven, let us shake up ourselves
and our plaster saints from the sleep of years.

Let us pray dangerously.
Let us throw ourselves from the top of the tower,
let us risk a descent to the darkest region of the abyss,
let us put our head in the lion’s mouth
and direct our feet to the entrance of the dragon’s cave.

Let us pray dangerously.
Let us not hold back a little portion,
dealing out our lives–our precious minutes and our energies–like some efficient accountant.
Let us rather pray dangerously — unsafe, profligate, wasteful!

Let us ask for nothing less than the Infinite to ravage us.
Let us ask for nothing less than annihilation in the
Fires of Love.

Let us not pray in holy half-measures nor walk
the middle path
for too long,
but pray madly, foolishly.
Let us be too ecstatic,
let us be too overwhelmed with sorrow and remorse,
let us be undone, and dismembered…and gladly.

Left to our own devices, ah what structures of deceit
we have created;
what battlements erected, what labyrinths woven,
what traps set for ourselves, and then
fallen into. Enough.

Let us pray dangerously — hot prayer, wet prayer, fierce prayer,
fiery prayer, improper prayer,
exuberant prayer, drunken and completely unrealistic prayer.

Let us say Yes, again and again and again.
and Yes some more.
Let us pray dangerously,

the most dangerous prayer is YES.


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