Saying Yes
“Whenever a habitual no to life turns into a yes, whenever you allow this moment to be as it is, you dissolve time as well as ego. ...Nonresistance is the key to the greatest power in the universe. Through it, consciousness (spirit) is freed from its imprisonment in form.” Eckhart Tolle
I am tripping over a full yes to Monkey’s death. I have no doubt she is fine. Sharon reports that she sees her life here as long and satisfying. That fits my sense of her. But I long, still, for the form to be here, to be touchable, seeable, senseable. To play the Monkey Mouse game, to glance at her sleeping form on top of the cat tree, to experience again her full throttle run through the door when I call her.
No, I say, not this.
But this is here and resistance is futile. When I look closely, I can’t quite sort out what it is I miss. Play? Plenty of play around here. The fetch game? I know some dogs who love to fetch. Cat on the cat tree? Oh-Oh, TangaRoo, ZoZo, Felicity, and Rimpoche have all taken turns lounging in the places Monkey lounged.
“The many things that happen, the many forms that life takes on, are of an ephemeral nature. They are all fleeting. Things, bodies and egos, events, situations, thoughts, emotions, desires, ambitions, fears drama...they come, pretend to be all-important, and before you know it, they are gone, dissolved into no-thingness out of which they came.”
The one I think of as Monkey Gurl has returned to where she came from, where we all come from, even though there is no “from.” Or, as a friend said, she has “gone on ahead.”
It is Monkey's uniqueness, like Bonsai’s and Louie-Louie’s, that I miss--her uniqueness stimulating some experience within my experience. I would have liked more.
“Look for her in others,” Pamela suggested. On a planet full of so many billions of forms, surely the qualities Monkey exhibited are to be found in others. Or, perhaps it is the quality of clear-sightedness that I wish to find in myself. Her full engagement with life and full satisfaction with its length and breadth. And her confidence reported through another animal communicator that there is no need to touch physically when we already touch on the inside.
Tolle says it like this, “When you bring an inner yes to the form the Now takes, that very form becomes a doorway into the formless. The separation between the world and God dissolves.”
Even though Monkey was clearly embodied, I think for her, and perhaps for all these cat people, the barrier between form and formless is penetrable. My sense is it was an easy crossing when death of the body came and that, indeed, she has gone on ahead to show us how simple the leap is.
I am tripping over a full yes to Monkey’s death. I have no doubt she is fine. Sharon reports that she sees her life here as long and satisfying. That fits my sense of her. But I long, still, for the form to be here, to be touchable, seeable, senseable. To play the Monkey Mouse game, to glance at her sleeping form on top of the cat tree, to experience again her full throttle run through the door when I call her.
No, I say, not this.
But this is here and resistance is futile. When I look closely, I can’t quite sort out what it is I miss. Play? Plenty of play around here. The fetch game? I know some dogs who love to fetch. Cat on the cat tree? Oh-Oh, TangaRoo, ZoZo, Felicity, and Rimpoche have all taken turns lounging in the places Monkey lounged.
“The many things that happen, the many forms that life takes on, are of an ephemeral nature. They are all fleeting. Things, bodies and egos, events, situations, thoughts, emotions, desires, ambitions, fears drama...they come, pretend to be all-important, and before you know it, they are gone, dissolved into no-thingness out of which they came.”
The one I think of as Monkey Gurl has returned to where she came from, where we all come from, even though there is no “from.” Or, as a friend said, she has “gone on ahead.”
It is Monkey's uniqueness, like Bonsai’s and Louie-Louie’s, that I miss--her uniqueness stimulating some experience within my experience. I would have liked more.
“Look for her in others,” Pamela suggested. On a planet full of so many billions of forms, surely the qualities Monkey exhibited are to be found in others. Or, perhaps it is the quality of clear-sightedness that I wish to find in myself. Her full engagement with life and full satisfaction with its length and breadth. And her confidence reported through another animal communicator that there is no need to touch physically when we already touch on the inside.
Tolle says it like this, “When you bring an inner yes to the form the Now takes, that very form becomes a doorway into the formless. The separation between the world and God dissolves.”
Even though Monkey was clearly embodied, I think for her, and perhaps for all these cat people, the barrier between form and formless is penetrable. My sense is it was an easy crossing when death of the body came and that, indeed, she has gone on ahead to show us how simple the leap is.
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