Showing posts with label mindfulness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mindfulness. Show all posts

Friday, September 22, 2017

Returning

Catalog of woe,
no need to say;
the Book does show
costs we can’t defray,
wrongs we know
we made — but may
we mindfully sew
better seeds on our way,
share the harvest, go
lightly, kindly, fairly, and pray;
debts we can outgrow,
redeem to new day,
admitting what we owe
and honoring, lovingly, to pay.


© Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Mobility Under The Influence of Distraction

Perhaps this is less true about walking, than it is about traversing on wheels (of some sort or other), but why doesn't it occur to anyone that there is a certain amount of focus required?

I see people doing as many things as they possibly can while they walk, pedal, scoot or, worst of all, drive.

Is it necessary to be distracted while mobile? Is it productive?

It is certainly not mindful. And the lack of awareness actually tends toward thoughtlessness and self-centeredness.

Now, this is not to be confused with or mistaken for someone who goes for a walk and gets lost in thought that might or might not seem aimless.

In one case, the mind is engaged; in the other the mind is not engaged. Can you discern which is the engaged mind and which is not? And what does that actually mean?

I claim that the cellphone texters and gabbers are engaged, but distracted. When these individuals are so focused on their handheld devices that they cannot see traffic lights, stop signs, other pedestrians, flowers, trees, telephone poles, mailboxes or cars barreling into their path with legal right of way, I think that they are lacking in mindfulness, are thoughtless and self-centered.

This is different than the person who walks, unencumbered by electronic accessories, lost in thought. This person is also engaged, though perhaps not focused. This person is thoughtful, this person is aware of the surroundings. It is very possible this person is solving a problem, meditating or otherwise creating.

Which pedestrian is more likely to be injured by an oncoming motor vehicle?

Is any of the text or gab worth your life? Is it producing that great work of art that will be spoken of a hundred years from now? Is it raising the Gross National Product? In short, does it accomplish anything of significance?

blah, blah, blah

        babble, babble, babble

bah, bah, black sheep,

        have you any wool?

[Don't answer.]

        3 bags full...........

Bull!

So, here is my PSA for today: Put the gizmo away, look around and mind yourself!

Monday, July 4, 2011

independence day

not from,
but to;
more specifically:
to be,
no matter
who,
what,
when,

where,
how or
why—
independence
to integral connection,
to the mindful dance
of spatial presence
and understanding,
of communion
within community,
where imperfect us
sings the chorus
to perfect now,
anticipating silence
will sing the verse
that opens our hearts
from inward outward to
together.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen 

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Hearing the Universe Speak

The universe opens itself to
questions and answers.

Listen,
Listen, so that you can hear:
the answers to your questions
are carried on the air;
you need only gather
the many strands,
like flowers,
into a nosegay
your mind will blossom.

The universe speaks,
singing the answers
to all our questions;
a musical coherence.

Who are the listeners?

They are the ones who
need never ask a question;
they listen to the wind,
the ground, the ocean;
they hear the answers,
and then respond
with appropriate gratitude: 
the silence of knowing.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Witness


Points of light play on water;
jewels and precious gems, they are,
dazzling the eyes.

Orderly lines of birds fly,
evolving via ascension,
involuting via descension,
skimming the ablutive waters.

Breath stands, lightly poised,
free to choose silence or song.

Silence in points of light,
bodies flowing through water,
song of joy rising from nothingness:

Perfect love offerings to eternal Witness.

© 20011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen