Drop the baggage and dance

Edgar Degas - Dancers in blue

 

‘Just to be in your presence
is the point of my life, cooked
and drowned, nothinged, nowhere.

Someone who has not dissolved
still loves places.

But you say, Leave.
There is no place for you.’


(excerpted from Rumi’s poem Pearl)


The above is a stanza from Rumi’s poem “Pearl”. I found it a few days ago and it stayed with me. So this morning I shall make it the topic of my contemplation.

What does really it mean to “be in presence” ? This state of awake alertness, being aware of everything in and around us, taking it in, allowing it to be, to flow, to move, to dance. And then to understand it is not really different from “being in your presence” or the presence of the Divine.  This joy of recognition and the sense of immense safety and peace, the brilliance of life and the wonders it brings about. That nothing taht is everything and it is of no use to try to explain it, because I am sure it is different for all of us, but nevertheless, we all experience the same.

Presence is what we are and to even know a tiny, little bit of it, seems enormous. It draws you in, beckons and invites you. It is awe-inspiring in it’s immensity and you know – you cannot know it, cannot be near it or grasp it. You just can sense it and disappear in it. Dissolve and give yourself up.

There is nothing magical, or mystical about it. Just close your eyes and sense all that is around you. Feel, touch, taste, hear, smell – without thinking or judging. Just sit still and just let yourself be. Or open your eyes and look around you. See the beauty in each object, in each sentient being, in everything around it. Or just take a breath and become aware of the space around everything, that carries all possibilities in it’s emptiness.

This emptiness is love.

Just a few moments and feel your heart opening and yourself dancing, filled with joy and laughter. There is no heaviness, no sorrow, no suffering. Just the emptiness, that is the freedom.

How can you find this place with a bitter thought, a pinched face, feeling sorry for yourself. How can you dance, if the burden of your past is becoming the load of your whole being.  Drop the baggage and – dance.

The more you dance, the more you become aware that you are the dance. To touch this presence that you are, is the priority in your life. Nothing is more important, nothing easier, nothing more rewarding, safer or comforting.

Allow yourself to melt into this fullness. Understand the immense relief and joy of drowning, softened, nothinged and nowhere.

And all of that just sitting in your chair.

About Michaela

I am a wanderer and a wonderer, like you are. I love our journey and to walk in the company of friends – to learn, experience, share, laugh, cry and above all I simply love this marvelous, magical, mysterious life. I have no plan (cannot believe I am saying this) and my only intention is to be truthful to myself and others.
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4 Responses to Drop the baggage and dance

  1. Lilli says:

    For me dancing or playing an instrument is pure being present, living in the presence, when dancing or making music there is no room for thoughts of any kind. I just feel the movements and the sound in every single cell of my body. A deep feeling of security and strength his spreading ….. By the way, consciously doing nothing has the same effects.

  2. Aralan says:

    Lovely. Truly lovely. Words spoken from that “place” like yours, (and Rumi’s) can ignite us since it is in our empty-fullness that connects us. Thank you. What a wonderful reminder during my lunch hour.

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