Service June 5, 2010
From SolSeed
Contents |
Opening Words
- Moving Forward
- The deep parts of my life pour onward,
- as if the river shores were opening out.
- It seems that things are more like me now,
- That I can see farther into paintings.
- I feel closer to what language can't reach.
- With my senses, as with birds, I climb
- into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
- in the ponds broken off from the sky
- my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
- translated by Robert Bly
Gathering of Items for the Altar
Spirit of Life
Poem
Buddha's Dogs by Susan Browne
Song by Mark
Meditation and Discussion with Meg and Lyric
Closing Words
- The Guest House
- This being human is a guest house.
- Every morning a new arrival.
- A joy, a depression, a meanness,
- some momentary awareness comes
- as an unexpected visitor.
- Welcome and entertain them all!
- Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
- who violently sweep your house
- empty of its furniture,
- still, treat each guest honorably.
- He may be clearing you out
- for some new delight.
- The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
- meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
- Be grateful for whatever comes.
- because each has been sent
- as a guide from beyond.
- -- Jelaluddin Rumi,
- translation by Coleman Barks
