July 09-B, 2022

The Bubbles 09/24/2000 Oil Paint Rendered — Jordan Pond, Acadia National Park, Maine
We are always trying
to find our way.

Circumstances overwhelm us.
The noise of the 10,000 things
gets in our way.
The dust of the world
kicks up complexity and complication.
Distractions abound.
We wake up again in the Wasteland
wondering what's now,
what's next,
where do we go from here...

Always the answer is the same one.
Emptiness.
Stillness.
Silence.
Looking.
Listening.
Waiting for a guide to appear
in the silence
to lead us back to the way again.

Back to our original nature
and the innate virtues
that are our Anchor Stone
forming our foundation,
grounding us in the here/now,
asking us what needs to be done,
when, where, and how,
here/now.

And like that (Snaps fingers),
we are back to the business at hand,
seeing what's what
and what needs to be done in response,
aligned with the Tao,
at one with ourselves and the moment,
alive and in accord
with what is called for,
singing and dancin' with the Way.

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Published by jimwdollar

I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing. I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters, five granddaughters, one great granddaughter, and a great grandson on the way, within about ten minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.

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