One day I went atraipsing down to Windward Side.
There was a full moon blazing; the ocean at low tide.
I’d found a wild hair and convinced it was my night,
I went down to Windward grabbing everything in sight
As I was gadding all about, for twas all a lark to me,
I stumbled into an alleyway, far too dark to see.
I saw, when my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom,
I was in no alley but a tattered smoky room.
Sitting in the far corner on a faded flower rug
Was a wrinkled old woman, her hand cupped around a mug.
Just as I glimpsed her, she beckoned me come near.
So I strutted on over, for what had I to fear.
I stood before her and she motioned me to sit
But I wanted t’know where I was and I’s taking none of it.
I was about to ask if my prankster friends were back in town
But instead, to my astonishment, I just sat right down.
I seemed to know what was to come, though we spoke not at all
For that was no mug in her hands but a crystal ball.
She reached out with her wrinkled paws, took my hands in hers,
Placed them on the milky sphere and the clouds began to stir.
“Don’t be afeared, my sweet,” she said, “I know what you’re looking for.
Unhappy with what you have at home, you’re looking to find more.
But I see no tall, dark stranger in your future trail
Nor, in truth, fame or riches, can I tell you of in detail.
Nor can I promise only happiness will be your destiny
But then, do you want the truth or only what you’d like to see?”
So I reached into myself to find out what I wanted to know
Then looked up and told her what I wished she would show
“Welcome to Windward Side,” she said, and her eyes took on a glow.
“Few choose windward to be the direction they want to go.
Now look into the crystal ball and to your future you’ll see the key.”
So I took a deep breath and peered inside, almost afraid to see.
Then..A figure took shape that I recognized and surprised as could be
I gasped…as I beheld the key…the key to my destiny, you see,
The figure was familiar because what I saw was me.
Archives for November 2015
November 24, 2015 Daily Quote
“There is only attachment; there is no such thing as detachment. The mind invents detachment as a reaction to the pain of attachment. All the books say, ‘Be detached’ but what is the truth of the matter? If you observe your own mind, you will see an extraordinary thing that, through cultivating detachment, your mind is becoming attached to something else.” Jiddu Krishnamurti
November 23, 2015 Daily Quote
Weekly Gathering 11/22/15
Reverend Jacquelyn Eckert spoke this morning in the Awakening Together Sanctuary. Her topic was “From Seeking to Abiding.”
It seems that the way in which many of us go about the spiritual journey mirrors the way we have learned to achieve in the world. The advice of the masters suggests this approach should be abandoned. Jacquelyn’s talk is a contemplation of the teaching that one should follow one’s true desire without grasping for enlightenment as a goal to be achieved.
Tom Conway read: Chapter 19, “Where the Mind Cannot Go,” from The Diamond in your Pocket, by Gangaji.
Barb Deurwaarder was the Admin
November 22, 2015 Daily Quote
Join Us This Morning for our Weekly Gathering – Topic: From Seeking to Abiding
Join us in the Sanctuary at 10:15am ET with Reverend Jacquelyn Eckert.
Her topic today is “From Seeking to Abiding.”
It seems that the way in which many of us go about the spiritual journey mirrors the way we have learned to achieve in the world. The advice of the masters suggests this approach should be abandoned. Jacquelyn’s talk will be a contemplation of the teaching that one should follow one’s true desire without grasping for enlightenment as a goal to be achieved.
Tom Conway will give the reading: Chapter 19, “Where the Mind Cannot Go,” from The Diamond in your Pocket, by Gangaji.