Brazil, Wholeness and Gratitude

(This short piece was initially drafted Aug. 10, 201717, at Foz Iquasu, Brazil, and finished in Orgyen Hermitage, New Zealand.)

We were recently in Brazil for 5 weeks, exploring dharmas of natural awakening, contemplative science and mahamudra with a large number of people in Sao Paulo, and Botucatu. After three very full weeks of teaching, a smaller group travelled to the Pantanal, one of the great wetlands of the planet. Our journey finished with a visit to Iquasu falls.

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There is a wholeness about living.
It’s not cracked, not glued together . . .
Feelings, values, perceptions and conceptions, tumbling and flowing
through each other, and with each other, wherever we look . . .
. . . if we look !

Every experience is experienced by someone.
And every someone, is a matrix of looking;
a unique contribution of knowing,
a collaboration of domains and dimensions.

To survive we must look,
and not only look, as if through looking we might see what is;
To survive we must look with passion, with caring, with discernment
and with playful zest.
Looking as an act of participation, as together we bring forth worlds.

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There is a seamlessness about experience.
We make wholes with whatever is at hand.
All of us do this; able and disabled, educated and unschooled, privileged and exploited.
And this dancing: atoms, molecules, cells and communities of every conceivable shape
and form, brings forth everything.

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The story of our beingness traces patterns of ephemeral progression
on canvasses of memories –
The myths of our making,
a planet awaking –
The music arising in the ears of instruments and voices,
singing this gloriousness into being.

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Feeling our way into the mystery of wetlands,
the vast roiling of lives and living and geologic process called the Pantanal.

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Cutting the outboard engine.
A sudden silence,
with dusking sky – rose red incrementing towards deep blue,
and two Crested Screamers (Chauna torquata) silhouetted atop a vine clad bush.
As we feel the rising chorus,
complex syncopations of millions of frogs,
the simple declarations of settling bird calls,
and the omni-pulsing drone of insect life, humid warm and all around.
A blessed remembrance, a re-mergence in the greater family-ness of this living world.
Domains of perception reverberating in, and as, and through, domains of perception.
Weavings of oneness,
Transformations transforming.

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And as we do this,
suffering humans,
toxic with small vision;
bent with fear and frustration and greed and desire,
hurl threats of armageddon,
tiny minds, casting long shadows,
a tragic assemblage of stardust,
a suicidal story of disintegrating empires
fading into the much older chorus of frog and bird and wonderstruck primate
reverencing the setting sun and the rising moon.

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Our recent experience in Brazil was a fabulous weaving of fresh possibility, beautiful aspirations and ancient mysteries unfolding. Mary and I give a great embrace of thanks to each one of the beings who directly or indirectly helped to make this visit such a rich blessing for many.

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All photos, except the last one, were taken by Mary Jenkins.