I woke from a dream this morning that it was important for my health that I visit the ocean. Rain had been predicted but the air and water were surprisingly warm. Clouds circled around but not overhead. I sloshed into the ocean as much as makes sense when one is fully dressed.
I went with the idea of emptying. I was thinking of the saying that we can't be filled when we are already full, so my intention was simply emptiness. I can't explain what happened, other than to say - I can't say.
This is the reading for today, February 3rd, from the book A Year with Rilke by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows.
IT IS ALL ABOUT PRAISING
It is all about praising.
Created to praise, his heart
is a winepress destined to break,
that makes for us an eternal wine.
His voice never chokes with dust
when words for the sacred come through.
All becomes vineyard. All becomes grape,
ripening in the southland of his being.
Nothing, not even the rot
in royal tombs, or the shadow cast by a god,
gives the lie to his praising.
He is ever the messenger,
venturing far through the doors of the dead,
bearing a bowl of fresh-picked fruit.
Sonnets to Orpheus I, 7
If you are interested in the story of Orpheus, you can find some information here:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orpheus