{"id":7580,"date":"2016-04-21T09:56:30","date_gmt":"2016-04-21T16:56:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/?p=7580"},"modified":"2020-03-31T10:55:22","modified_gmt":"2020-03-31T17:55:22","slug":"7580","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/?p=7580","title":{"rendered":"The Humble Moment"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Imagine this\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6
\nNot at the END of the rainbow, gold is the light of experiencing it… As the starburst is in the taste, not the memory… Experience is not about achieving special states, it’s about expanding focus, it’s not the time beyond you, it’s all of you, not half-packed, it’s the full load…<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153The humble moment, when seen as time, space, and knowledge, is a target worth aiming at. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the vital center of the universe; if we hit it, we explode everything that prevents fulfillment, attaining everything that fulfills.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tarthang Tulku Rinpoche,<\/em> ‘Inside Knowledge<\/em>‘ p.67<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

A HUMBLE MOMENT is also invoked in Ken\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s poem, a rich tapestry\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/p>\n

I Fell Within\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/strong>
\n\tBy Ken McKeon<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI fell into fields of stars last night\u00e2\u20ac\u2122,
\nThis as I sat waiting for a bell to ring,
\nA bell I held in my own two hands,<\/p>\n

And this before the ringing began,
\nAnd before the silent waves
\nOf what would become a sound
\nHad even left the point,
\nThe exacting point, where all sound begins,
\nIt’s a still point and as silent as the sea,
\nThough the sea is not silent at all,
\nAnd a thought cracked open,
\nIt broke apart, the shell split,
\nAnd the meat within was revealed,
\nTo be savory and sweet,<\/p>\n

Though it wasn’t much of a thought,
\nA baseball score,
\nImpatience with my losing team,
\nThe liking for big pines,
\nThe tightly bunched cones waiting
\nOut the day in chill shadows,<\/p>\n

I’ve never seen one fall,
\nBut they must, and have,
\nFor there are seedlings on the forest floor.<\/p>\n

And above all the silent swirls of stars,
\nPatternings of light, the spray
\nOf a rising wave, it crests above
\nThe cupped and rolling face it is,
\nThe spray lifting apart from the steep crash,
\nThe deep pouring roar of a falling weight
\nThat spills forever, it quakes the continents,
\nIt shakes the moon from its brief hold
\nOn the surface of a small stilled pond,
\nIt is the sad gift of a single tear falling
\nFrom a waking child’s eyes, this as he
\nLeaves a dream of loss to find the sun,
\nAnd later outside, standing alone or with others,
\nAnd the evening fades, and the first stars, then many,
\nRoll into his eyes, the turns of heaven,
\nThe slow spin of our dear earth.<\/p>\n

Nothing holds, not really, and all the parting loss
\nBecomes sheer gain for others as they rise
\nTo fall down the steep face of their life’s course.
\nAnd the child, now sleepy, yawns and turns,<\/p>\n

More slowly than a deer does
\nWhen it hears the thud of a falling cone,
\nOr the cry of surfers when they see
\nA large swell lifting high outside,
\nThough well below the brightest sky, and that below
\nThe darkest realm of the darkest heavens,
\nAnd they and those, are held within the shell
\nA child pours from a paper sack,
\nAnd cracks carefully between his teeth,
\nThen pops the salty meat out into his mouth
\nAnd savors in his own small way vast space
\nAnd the stars that birth within,
\nAnd he waves goodbye to his passing friends,
\nAnd turns at last on his own two feet towards home.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Imagine this\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 Not at the END of the rainbow, gold is the light of experiencing it… As the starburst is in the taste, not the memory… Experience is not about achieving special states, it’s about expanding focus, it’s not the … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[136,195,51,76,115,40,104,117,69,80],"tags":[169,195,159,40,104,70,80],"class_list":["post-7580","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-01-general-tsk-discussions","category-intimacy","category-knowledge","category-light","category-opening","category-poetry","category-presence","category-senses","category-time","category-zeroless","tag-higher-knowing","tag-intimacy","tag-light-2","tag-poetry","tag-presence","tag-space","tag-zeroless"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7580","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7580"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7580\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7580"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7580"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cciforum.dreamhosters.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7580"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}