Notes from the wide open space

I've just come back from a beautiful and challenging retreat in Portugal.

Beautiful because it contained many experiences of remembering who I really am, and challenging because there were many times when I forgot, and even more painfully times when knew that I had forgotten but was not able to let go and return to knowing my true self.

I offer 3 short poems that speak to the remembering.

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I am the space
And everything that arises
in the space.

But first, I am the space.

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To cherish myself
is to cherish
the wide open space
and the tender appearance
that is just now
arising out of it.

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So there is nothing to do
Any doing
takes me away
from resting in
who I am.

Surrender.  Bow down.  Love.

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