Showing posts with label Christopher Cross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christopher Cross. Show all posts

Sunday, May 31, 2026

Part 5:The Waste Land Redux: Five Quintets


















[Note: This is the Fifth (and final) contemplation in Five Pieces

that was initiated in the February 1, 2026 blog post.This all started

with the witness and sharing of the Venerable Buddhist 

Walk for Peace and a friend's reaction and what happened

and continues to occur with this writer. 

(Thank you for your kind support and comments on this series. 

I am humbled. )



" As the rain and the snow

   come down from heaven,

and do not return to it

   without watering the earth

and making it bud and flourish,

   so that it yields seed for the sower 

and bread for the eater.


so is my word that goes out from my

mouth:

   It will not return to me empty,

but it will accomplish what I desire

   and achieve the purpose for which 

I sent it


You will go out in joy

   and be led forth in peace;

the mountains and the hills

   will burst into song before you,

and all the trees of the field

   will clap their hands.

IS 55: 10-12


"There is nothing permanent except change"

- Heraclitus


" I have seen all the works that are 

done under the sun;

and behold , all is vanity and 

chasing after the wind ."

Ecclesiastes 1;4


Inspirations and the Writing: 


Sub Specie Aeternitas

Admittedly, this recent journey of recalling Zen-like moments

has focused on the magnificent overwhelming incidents of ineffable

experiences  - moments of consolation and , dare I say , quiet illumination.


Yet, the deeper I dove the moments "'little victories" and everyday 

occurrences , the more  I awakened to the presence of the eternal spark.


A gentle stream of those simple 

wonder-filled moments -  bliss , Zen, consolation, illumination,

presence, flow , the eternal now and the cloud of unknowing

- continues to surface. I am humbled and grateful as these

remembrances arise.


What follows are two more recollections not considered 

"significantly grand," but rather ones that left a flame burning on 

my spirit that this seeker can not let go.


* The Zen of Fly Fishing 

40 plus summers ago the seeker found his way to a Fly Fishing school 

set in a pastoral Catskill valley.


The "father of fly fishing" in America , Lee Wulff, and his champion

fly caster wife were the proprietors and revered teachers.


Joan Wulff,the caster extraordinaire, observed how the novice

forced his casts with determined vigor,

jerking the rod and line that seemed to go anywhere except the

direction which he had envisioned.


She coached this student to let go and just be. 


    "Just let the rod and line be an extension of your body 

     and spirit. Relax.Take the rod and imagine waving it 

     gently like waving a flag with gentle joy

     on the Fourth of July. Let it flow."


He did and almost miraculously changed everything. Victory!


The grand master, Lee Wulff,  then guided a cadre of students to a local stream.


His soft,,experienced voice instructed them as they stood knee-deep

in the easy running water. Reaching down into the little eddy, he calmly

retrieved an insect floating innocently on the rippling surface.


 A sudden smile spread across his wrinkled face as his eyes

glowed, piercing each of the gathered apprentices. 


  "Look at this . This little bug should not be here and watch the water ..."

   as a local trout peaked through the slow ripples reaching for their meal.


Then this seventy-six year old,  world renowned guru of rivers and streams,

 joyously proclaimed ,


    "Isn't life wonderful where one can learn something new everyday day? 

     All you have to do is just be  - patient and present."


Fly fishing ,  the great peace  - and the personal odyssey- 

was never  the same for this seeker student.


Sailing Serenity:

The seeker and his life companion decided that sailing might be 

a way to enjoy the tranquility they sought. 


Upon graduation with honors from "The Sailing School" 

on the banks of the Chesapeake ,

they felt equipped enough to purchase their first sailboat.


On the day of launching  their new vessel ,  a local

old salt observed their struggles in leaving the dock. 

He offered his advice as they welcomed him aboard. 


The two novice sailors were oblivious to the lake's sudden,

periodic wind shifts as the overconfident helmsman tried desperately

to keep the boat steady and on course. 


Calm and deliberate, the old salt 

counseled the pair, who were beginning to second guess

 their decision. ,


   "At times like these, when you feel you're losing control,

    just let go of the tiller and she will  right herself into the wind.

   You know if you don't chase the wind. Adjust the sails

    and just let the wind carry you 

    to where you think you want to go.""


The seeker -sailor did so, and the panic of losing control abated

as the sailboat rested calmly on the water ready to return to the journey..


"Letting go and not chasing the wind " became enduring

lessons -  the wisdom the two sailors carried into managing

 rough seas of every aspect of their quest.


    " Well, it's not far down to paradise...

    Oh , the canvas can do miracles.... sailing" - C. Cross


Amor Fati'

 - JF Sobecki


  Sub Specie Aeternitas : "under the aspect of eternity."

     Amor Fati : "A Stoic philosophy - love of fate , embrace everything")

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Second Chance Dance Playlist Songs and Poetry 

June 1, 2026 -

For your listening pleasure and contemplation:

There are some special videos here.

Click the link below

( Click on the link below to listen and be )

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLB8FrnVEQMJC0PWvIH2etMFyhFSQ_DbnW&si=fm5izYP7DOevqxlQ

May peace be with you and yours all ways

Coda:

Listen - be present - breathe ...what simple gifts do you recall ?

(click on link below)

https://youtu.be/baNueuDCue0?si=krLSFJg2N-CFevEo

Whether you "believe" or not...this might be interesting:

* Research indicates that even with significant differences

the major religions and spiritual practices around the world 

they share the following common perspectives and themes:

- Compassion and love - how we treat others

- promote human welfare and reduce suffering

- Practice loving kindness all ways

- All life ( existence) is connected.

- A good life is measured by your kindness to others

- Seek truth, wisdom and understanding

- Be grateful , present and aware of each moment

- There is a higher purpose in life than materialism

- Service to and care of others, be selfless ( especially those 

   who cannot help themselves) 


"One day I will find the right words and they will be simple."

 - Jack Kerouac 

"If this is well written and to the point , that is what I desired, 

if it is poorly done , it was the best I could do." 

- 2 Maccabees 15:38-39 

AMDG 

Copyright 2026 JF Sobecki LLC All Rights Reserved









Sunday, April 30, 2023

Sanctuary and Sacred Spaces

 


"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience."
- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

        "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them 
will fall to the ground apart from your Father"
- Matt 10:29

"He not busy being born is busy dying"
- Bob Dylan

The Inspiration :

In 2023 from the ending of March to the second week of April 

many of the wayward sentient pilgrims celebrated the holy days of Ramadan , 

Passover , Good Friday and Easter . These mystical consecrated days

included the celebration and onset of mother earth's own resurrection 

season . One particular sign of the oncoming transformation for one pilgrim

was the appearance of a Sparrow's nest with eggs comfortably 

sitting in a wreath on the front door of his home.( pictured above)

As he silently slipped secretly to secure a picture of the sanctified moment 

the mother Sparrow caught the pilgrim's eye staring him down as if

 to say "This is 'sacred space.This is my home" and she took flight

diverting the human away from her nest and chicks waiting to hatch. 

Within three days of that holy event visiting the front door nest the seeker 

dutifully wandered to the local Quaker Meeting House. After a a short 

period of sitting in sinful silence his spirit felt compelled 

to witness about the incident with the Sparrow .

Without notice another spirit filled member of the congregation

spoke softly how her heart was open to the fact that everything everywhere

is a sacred space - a Holy Home. Surprises sometimes spark a rekindling

of that dormant flame within.

The pilgrim was wakened to how amnesia and being tethered 

to the world can be quite distracting from the truth.


The Writing:

Sanctuary and Sacred Spaces

How is it that you fall with clown-like ease from the present

To the next moment , the here and now , 

In the blink on an eye?

These waves you sail, the paths you walk, with

The birds that sing in hallelujah 

 - all trying to proclaim that

The promised land , just might be the hallowed safe harbor

You have been screaming for in the dark of the night.

The proverbial insane sea sickness consumes some

Solo sojourning sailors seeking solace.

Yet, in the distant horizon shines a light 

Becoming brighter and brighter as

Breaths are counted and the cold

Sweat meanders down your weary worn face.

Hands dip deeper into the frayed

Lint filled holed pockets

Grabbing for one last smoke 

While magically a parting shot of sacramental bourbon

Reaches your parched lips.

Your soul wonders why 

You are not holding one

Who loves without demand.

Like the wind blowing in from an unknown source,

It is the nourishing unconditional arrival of April rain that

Quenches those most parched and present 

With that thirst for sanctuary and sacred space;

The ever persistent mystical consolation.

"Now" is resurrected , the exalted awakening

Of the sweetest concord , the great consecration,

In every aspect of creation and experience.


                       - JF Sobecki

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The Poems and Such:

"Poetry is a gateway into intuitive consciousness. It knocks on the doors

 of the heart and the heart opens" - Mirabai Starr


" To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower.'

- Wm. Blake

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Gratitude

- Gary Snyder ( After a Mohawk Prayer)

[Read by a member the same day 

as the witness was made about sacred spaces]


Gratitude to Mother Earth, sailing through night and day

   and to her soil, rich , rare, and sweet

    in our minds so be it


Gratitude plants, the sun-facing light-changing leaf

   the fine root hairs, standing still through wind

   and rain , their dance is in the flowing grain

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to Air, bearing the Swift and the silent

   Owl at dawn, breath of our song

   clear spirit breeze

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to Wild Beings, our brothers and sisters

   teaching secrets, freedoms and ways

   self-complete , brave, and aware

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to Water, clouds, lakes, rivers, glaciers

   holding or releasing, streaming through all

   our bodies salty seas

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to the Sun, blinding pulsing light through

   trunks of trees, through mists, warming caves where

   bears and snakes sleep -- he who wakes us ---

   in our minds so be it


Gratitude to the Great Sky

   who holds billions of stars--and goes yet beyond that

   beyond all powers and thoughts and yet is within us ---

   Grandfather space

   The Mind is his Wife

   so be it

----

Carrying The Songs

for Triona and Maighread Ni Domhnail

"Those in power write the history , those who suffer write the songs. "

(Frank Harte)


It was always those with little else to carry

who carried the songs

to Babylon

to the Mississippi ---

some of these last possessed less than nothing

did not own their own bodies

yet, three centuries later,

deep rhythms from Africa,

store in their hearts, their bones,

carry the world's songs.


For those who left my country,

girls from Downings and the Rosses

who followed herring boats north to Shetland

gutting the sea's silver as they went

or boys from Ranafast and Horn Head

who took the Derry boat,

who slept over a rope in a bothy

songs were their soul's currency

the pure metal of their hearts,


to be exchanged for other gold,

other songs which rang out true and bright

when flung down

upon the deal boards of their days

- Moya Cannon


The Music:

(Musical reflections on the inspiration)

Invisible - Bono and The Edge from U2 with friends
(" I'm more than you know ...my body and my soul...
There is no them - there's only us...")
https://youtu.be/HqqDExc8TF4

Learn to Be Still - The Eagles
(.. There are many contradictions 
In these messages we send
Maybe you've forgotten
Heaven lying at your feet
...learn to be still)
https://youtu.be/qj3H9CJCrY8

Sailing - Christopher Cross
(...Well, it's not far down to paradise
At least not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
and find tranquility...)
The Pilgrim's sailboats have been named
Bown Eyed Lady , Muzyka and The Ascent
https://youtu.be/3KG74xOhXHI


Bonus tracks for your listening pleasure if you desire:

Just The Motion - Linda and Richard Thompson
(Oh the motion won't leave you,
won't let you remain don't worry
It's a restless wind and a sleepless rain, don't worry
'Cause under the ocean at the bottom of the sea
You can't hear the storm, it's as peaceful as can be
It's just the motion, it's just the motion.)

The Parting Glass - Glen Hansard ( Trad Irish Folk song)
( Of all the money I have spent in good company...
and to all the comrades I have had...
fill and raise a glass ...good night and joy be with you all.)




amdg


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