At this magical holiday time, it's easy to believe things that can't be 100% proved in the physical world. That's just one of the reasons I love this time of year. There is such excitement in the air ~ anticipation, joy, and wonder. That is, if we can awake each day with the heart of a child, wide open and ready for everything!
This morning as I look out my dining room window, I see a cold December dawn. Buddha sits contentedly against our red bud tree surrounded by fallen leaves and what remains of our perennials as the great winter's rest begins. And thoughts return again and again ~ Why are we here? Who am I?
Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet--
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~