Recently I awoke from a dream and found myself completely paralyzed. Although helpless to move I was still able to look directly ahead to the pillow on my cheek, the white, sun mottled wall beyond and the tan carpet below. I could hear voices in conversation behind me. I had no interest in what they were saying but the sound of their voices were familiar and reassuring. I began to force myself to move my legs, pulling with my mind as hard as I possibly could trying to will my paralyzed body into motion. As I struggled my mouth opened and I began to moan as a baby does when stirring from a nap. With this I woke up in my bed, my beloved sleeping next to me and the room filling with Sunday morning sunlight.
It was not at all stressful and when I arose I was in a perfect state of relaxation. Since then I find that I am frequently moving in and out of this dream we call the “waking world” as well.
I am seeing that within this waking dreamland I am powerless to move as well. I can only witness. Waking within this dream state is simply the complete realization that this too is a dream and total acceptance of my perfectly natural position as witness to the dream.
Which has led to the only logical conclusion, that’s why we are here in dreamland!
“Witness to Dreamland; Exhibit A”
©2014 Jeff’s Zen Garden
Ancient beliefs held that on Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year,
the sun and moon stopped in their flight across the sky.
The night was followed by great anticipation and rejoicing as the sun reappeared,
a sign of rebirth and an approaching new year.
In a spiritual sense the Winter Solstice serves as a reminder of the cyclical rhythm
of all nature with transformation and change the only constant as we move
to the dance of the ever present now.
May your holidays be merry and bright
and your stars all align for a fulfilling new year.
Dancing, the universe doesn’t wait
For you to take it’s hand.
Dancing, the universe doesn’t wait
Stand up and take my hand.
Garden Notebook 12/4/14 ~
I was out in the garden early this evening talking to the roses. They were telling me how much they appreciated the shower yesterday. I looked upon beautiful Brandy and I do believe she was winking at me!
This morning there is a blessed light rain in the garden. I went out and swept around the drains in anticipation of the coming downpour. The mist on my face focused attention on the task and my hair is now pleasantly damp as I write. To find our work and ask for nothing more. This is the practice.
Last weekend I was contemplating a passage from Dudjom Rinpoche concerning meditation; “Whatever thoughts arise, let them arise. Do not follow after them and do not suppress them. If you ask “In that case, what should I do?” whatever objective phenomena arise, whatever appears, do not grasp phenomena’s appearing aspect, simply rest in a fresh state, like a small child looking inside a temple.”
As I looked to the west from my garden I beheld this stunning fiery sunset and was taken by the feeling that I was that small child looking inside a temple.
I didn’t need it but I had a little creative fun and added the Cathedral to amplify the vision… that’s my nature!
This image was captured 5 years ago on July 4, 2009. I hiked to the top of the hill behind the hacienda and I had the overwhelming sensation that if I could just go a few feet higher I could actually reach out and touch this delightful Strato Cumulus cloud. It was right there!