When they sleep

I read a poem today, by the Norwegian poet Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994) :

All people are children when they sleep.
there’s no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
– God, teach me the language of sleep.

half-open flowers

If only we could speak to each other then, when our hearts are like half-open flowers, what a difference that could make. What would you be saying differently do you think?

Let it shine!

Alan Seale sends out a weekly newsletter called The Transformer. On August 28th, this poem was the starting point:

Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial. That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality – your soul, if you will – is as bright and shining as any that has ever been. Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Teresa’s. Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place. Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly.

— George Saunders, American writer

Wonderful words, stirring deep into my soul.

20130828-131302.jpgEspecially the latter part, about clearing away that which keeps me separate from my own luminous place. That resonates, because I believe we have so many patterns that form layers on top of the pure un-adulterated me.

Patterns can serve me. They might also do the opposite. It’s highly likely they did serve me when they were created. But do they still, perhaps years after I created them?

I try to identify my patterns and habits. Once I have, I let my Curious George run wild, checking them out, seeing if they still serve or not.

Any that I I find don’t serve me any more, I clear, one by one, making use of the energy within them, to become true to myself, showing my secret luminous place.

So let it shine – that which is truly you! We all need for you to let it shine!

What lies hidden in your secret luminous place?

Out beyond…

These lines by Rumi, the poet, have popped in and out of my life in the past couple of years. But never more than recently, when it’s gone into overdrive. So I figure it’s time to pay attention!

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.

– Rumi

Imagine what would happen if you let go of ideas of what’s right and wrong. Can you even imagine? For me, it’s hard. But I have kept these lines close to my heart for almost three years. I first heard them from Britt Weide, a fenomenal master coach, who was also my mentor coach during my training at CoachWalk Academy to become a professional coach.

20130909-171725.jpgWhat if you just try, for a day, or two, to let go of right and wrong?