Down the lane, and back again...

A gentle meander through the lanes. Stumbling upon beauty, like a treasure hidden in a field that you might give your whole life for.

Birds Foot Trefoil or Bacon and Eggs. Wayside flower of the wanderer. Star of the sojourner. Matilda loves your bright yellow bib and so do I. Why do I always smile when I see you merry jester of the hedgerows and by ways? You are the gentle fool of the fields. Teach me "to be ground", teach me to "be crumbled" so wildflowers may blossom from the footprints I leave behind me. Maybe even years after I have passed by.

 Fields of green and gold rustling prayer flags of wheat and barley. Grasses shimmering in the last of the light. Let me learn what holy abandonment is from your evening vespers.

Secret, small and hidden between the dry stone wall, ancient and overgrown with ragged tales and poetry. Whisper the words of woodlands and saints into my ears.

Or remain silent and teach me the greatest lesson of all.

"We cannot understand anything in isolation. We have to look at the connections" Gabor Mate



The Buddha taught the interconnected nature of phenomena.
Gabor Mate


“Contemplate the nature of interconnected arising (everything thing causing everything else) during every moment.

When you look at a leaf or a raindrop, meditate on all the conditions near or distant that have contributed to the presence of that leaf or raindrop.

 

Know that the world is woven of interconnected strands; this is because that is, this is not because that is not, this is born because that is born, this dies because that dies.



The birth and death of any phenomena is connected to the birth and death of all other phenomena.
The one contains the many and they many contain the one.



Without the one there cannot be the many and without the many there cannot be the one."

 

The Buddha