Come What May
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Did I make this up?
Or—
Did someone tell me?
Was it a dream?
A flash
And insight
From
Another place?
The memory:
A deep spiritual teacher,
So mellow and relaxed.
When asked
How do you manage such serenity?
He thought
And
Thought,
Pondered
And
Pondered,
And
Then
Quietly
Said,
Well, it really doesn’t matter what happens.
GREAT COSMIC JOKE.
It really doesn’t matter what happens.
I mean, of course, it matters what happens.
But/and—
It really doesn’t.
We cannot control what is happening.
Have you noticed?
We cannot prevent something from happening.
You have noticed, right?
But we can,
WE ABSOLUTELY CAN
Learn how to be present
With whatever it is.
Whatever is happening.
We can.
We must.
We are
Learning
How to be
With what
Is.
Then
We
Learn
The
Lessons.
Then
We
Grow
And
Change.
Come what may.
~~~~~
We can
We must
We are
Learning
How to be
With what
Is.
As we practice
Oh!
So
Imperfectly,
As we practice
Attending
To
What is.
As we learn
To partner
With the moment—
It’s just simply
EASIER.
Pain is mandatory.
That’s the gig we signed up for.
Life is painful.
Yet
Suffering?
That’s me
Fighting with the moment
Procrastinating,
Pulling,
Pushing
Away,
Wanting it to be
Different.
It is what it is.
COME WHAT MAY.
~~~~~~~~~
Come what may.
Regardless of what happens.
Regardless of what might happen.
We are equipped.
We are able.
We will find
Our way.
We are
Finding
Our
Way.
~~~
I’ve been singing this song for days now. Where did She come from? Probably, She (and this song is a she, I am certain) is one of the most poignant and touching songs, simple and deep, hopeful and brokenhearted longing, all in the same note.
Dear Friends, I offer this to you:
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Music! Movies! Music and movies, what a pair.
One of the best movie soundtracks—probably one of the best movies made, I believe is The Graduate, 1967. Its story woven together with the music of Simon and Garfunkel creates deep and unforgettable moments.
I was a freshman in college. I remember the seat I sat in, in the Asbury Park theater. The woman next to me? A friend from the dorm? Name long gone, I see her thin and pale.
I didn’t know how to know her.
Often, I don’t.
Sitting there in that movie theater, 700 years ago in 1967, I so knew in my body Ben, the main character’s, restless angst.
If you are one of the seven Americans who didn’t see The Graduate, here’s the simple plot—Ben, newly graduated from college, is restless and unsure of the future. (Ya think, it was 1967.) He is seduced by an older woman, Mrs. Robinson, and gets stuck there. Little do we know, he will fall in love with her daughter, and the plot tumbles forward brilliantly.
This movie was of my generation. It spoke to my, to our experience, not knowing how to fit in, wanting to, not wanting to. Restlessness, angst, not seeing how the future had room for me, not wanting to fit into the cookie-cutter world laid out for me…all that 60s stuff.
Here is the same song again, this time from the soundtrack of the movie:
Check it out:
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Dear Friends,
What’s the soundtrack of your growing up?
The soundtrack of today?
What can music bring you today?
Reach for it.
Claim it.
~~~
Thank you for everything
You have given us.
Thank you for everything
You have taken from us.
Thank you for everything
That is left,
Right here,
Right now.
And thank you for all
That awaits us.
All blessings,
Aruni