Being Love in the Present
Posted on Aug 30th, 2006
by 
Kelli
Kelli
I found this passage by David Deida to be really moving, so I thought I would share it! It's a thoughtful meditation on the impermanence of life, and the value of being in the moment:
"The contemplation of death strips you of all false pursuits. All hopes and dreams are over. No children, no family. Now work tomorrow. Nothing to look forward to. No future to wear. You are naked in this moment, feeling fully, with no veil of time to hide your vulnerability. In the true contemplation of death, your heart stands bare in the present moment.
With no excuse but to be present, your heart gathers strength. No longer dispersed in dreams of future fear or hope, your heart's force becomes coherent. Without a shell of waiting, without the buffer of tomorrow, unclothed of expectation or fear, no longer waiting for things to be different, you can fully be the love you are, right now."
With no excuse but to be present, your heart gathers strength. No longer dispersed in dreams of future fear or hope, your heart's force becomes coherent. Without a shell of waiting, without the buffer of tomorrow, unclothed of expectation or fear, no longer waiting for things to be different, you can fully be the love you are, right now."
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Thanks Kelli,
It's a good reminder!
much love, Rohit
He’s coming to town September 19 you know? I highly recommend seeing him in person. His talks are wild and outrageous and really fun.
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Thanks for putting the word out, Matt!
Profound indeed! Life cannot die otherwise it is not life, yet it can transform. BE THE LOVE YOU ARE Y'ALL.
Excellent Butterfly - Lovely post.
Love One Another
p.s. I better see a pic of you in your LOA shirt soon or I'm gonna come get it. LOL!
oops! thanks for reminding me (blushing).
i love your new pic! you look like a rock star!
It is not merely the contemplation of death ; the continuous feeling of transience that one carries about oneself makes the anxieties for the future meaningless .The feeling of transience liberates at the same time, making you feel less accountable for the past actions:
Transience
At the vaulting dome waves refused to travel
Unless on a few pieces of silver and a name.
The flying metallic bird will take two full hours
These angels in turquoise will feed our appetites.
There is fear lurking in our minds behind bravado.
We try to shut out noises of after-death and failure
We blame ourselves for all our stupid failures
As though they really mattered to us and the dead.
We then read patterns in the greyed whys of decay.
As though the whole thing is a science of death
And we have nearly mastered the art of dying,
Of succumbing to the need to maintain transience.
We smugly wear the polyester film of transience about us
We read poetry in the trivial tragedies of their tatters