incantation

Wait in a line at the movies or the DMV. Wait with an open book or talk with a stranger. Wait amid comings and goings. Wait long and longingly. These are no small things. Attention has always been The intimation of the heart, my dear. To live the ten thousand things is sweet. Hold vigil for the root of the root. Has it been said you have patience? Words are fingers pointing to the moon. Wait for something to happen. Say you are not happy. Patient, you have accepted your suffering. Wait with an agenda ever so slight. Wait in seeking, endurance, desirous motion, Emotions of pleasure and pain. Wait every day and a life time in waiting. Wait as if life were inconvenient. See that in fact things are ever convening. Wake up to the many ways to wait! Convened and convenient we already are. Life gathers rivers into flow and all together just so. Wait and do not mind what happens. You can wait in such generous ways. Wait as a gift surprising yourself. Wait in the poetic unknown, the creative that fountains. Wait in happiness, the moments of grace. Wait without seeking. Stillness. Wait in the invitation of Beauty. Wait in gravity. Wait in rain. Wait without thought. Wait in the extraordinary possibility that you are waiting at all. My teacher’s teacher spoke of waiting without waiting: “You must lose yourself in objectless waiting,” he said. “When you do, you give up taking, give up doing, give up creating. Then life spontaneously creates in you.” You live in a completely different current, can you tell? But whom do you find to whom this happened? Wait in the absence of yourself. Wait in openness. Wait without bounds. Wait open to openness. Wait and know nothing yet be everything at once. Just this. Happening. Not happening. Silence and see you are happy. Wait in tenderness. Wait vast like an ocean. Wait in the waves of the ocean’s movement. Wait in the delight of life’s ever-expressive truth. The one who waits and the waiting are God. Stop dreaming that this is not so, my sweet. But if you must dream, the desire For that pain to end is God loving God and is grace. Do not wait for a reunion with the beloved. You are the love in everything you love. Do not wait for a miracle to lift you. The miracle is being exactly you ordinary you. Wait in kindness, without the lies of time. Wait with a closed door and a wounded heart. Wait liquid like water and soft like a star. Remain in waiting without waiting: this isn’t so hard. Wait in the intelligence in all you understand. Wait without will, ownership, knowledge. Dear, there is only this: you are the sweetness, the song. Wait in welcoming. Wait in the divine. My heart, how can you not be astonished?

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