Like a creek rippling
from here and now
to a far-away destination,
your life-force is on the move
trickling or gushing from now to next.
Foolish beings try to prevent this change
believing in the myth of safety.
We are all living
in a hut on the edge of a cliff
listening to the wind
whistling through the cracks,
feeling the danger
that is this life.
Awakened to our vulnerability,
may we step off the ledge
and live dangerously.
(taken from Mark Nepo, Seven Thousand Ways to Listen)
Center yourself by breathing slowly and deeply.
Feel the moment you’re quietly entering.
Let yourself feel the tug of your future calling.
What is emerging right now in and through you?
Then settle back into the present moment.
and let yourself sway
between your present and your future.
Make a home here.
A longer story:
I am living in a hut on the edge of a cliff
looking out of a hole in the door
listening to the wind whistle through the cracks
feeling the danger that is this life
awakened to this vulnerability.
We are always out here on this ledge
but right now
I feel the precariousness of this perch.
I know a strong wind
could demolish whatever holds us here
and launch us into the void below.
But I do not seek safety.
Safety is the myth
that keeps us focused on the tasks at hand.
Danger is the reality
that threatens all of our well-crafted plans
When the latest truck driver ran the stop sign
without looking my way
(which happens almost every morning)
on my way to lead a sacred yoga class,
honking my horn was the only thing
that barely kept danger at bay.
And yelling a curse word inside the car
was impotent as a shield of protection.
It’s like that every moment, really,
though we can’t usually bear this awareness.
I would rather not know
I am in a hut on the edge of a cliff
I don’t usually want to feel the evolution
happening in me and all around me,
the relentless coming of life’s next moment
tearing me away from what was,
pulling me toward next.
What was – held such comfort.
It seemed secure and stable
and protected my myth of safety.
But next moments keep coming anyway
with their threat
of flinging my little hut off this cliff.
I cannot avoid feeling
the precariousness of this perch.
Evolution is relentless
as it puts what was
in constant danger of dissolution
and thrusts us toward
what is coming.
the perpetual unfolding of life’s next moments
I might just fall back to sleep
or I could step out on the ledge
and live dangerously.
Would you take my hand and leap with me?