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Over the last 4 months I have been returning to a place i find myself drawn to, like the stillness in me seek the stillness there. I work nearby for a period of up to a week, and live 100 km south.
Personally I didn’t understand why the mind/intuition took us here, but it’s nice despite it’s placed very close to the City center. Not until 3 weeks ago, then a co worker heard me saying that I spendt my breaks there, and that meditations came easy around a special building.
She knows I meditate especially on the four bramha viharas. and all of them are very friendly to me, and let me keep up practice as long as it doesn’t interfere with anything negative regarding our team duties. But now she informed me at that building, 27 years ago today, she gave birth to her firstborn, and it was a very difficult labor.
And this woman is quite special to me, because both she and her husband has interesting spiritual life’s behind and maybe a lot of “parami”, but a lot of spiritual and physical agony and physical pain now and further as long as they together are a bit lost away from the path.
A year ago i worked a few days with her husband - I do think I know what’s the problem, but can’t say anything, just be there and make their days together as team members in the “real world” a bit easier.
Anyway, I like this place, and a couple of hour ago i was driving home from grocery shopping, and felt for a bit of stillness, and parked outside the hospital, and listened to this beautiful psalm of Genesis/Peter Gabriel - a song I’ve loved and cherished without knowing what he actually sings since i was 15. Now when i and Peter together went trough words and emotions, from time before, and now, I slowly and clearly broke down in a good crying, and really dove into metta for all beings, following the words of Peter
Here Comes the Flood
Peter Gabriel
When the night shows
The signals grow on radios
All the strange things
They come and go, as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
There’s no point in direction we cannot
Even choose a side.
I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
Was warm and soaked the crowd.
Lord, here comes the flood
We’ll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry.
When the flood calls
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You’re a thousand minds, within a flash
Don’t be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there’s only you and me
And if we break before the dawn, they’ll
Use up what we used to be.
Lord, here comes the flood
We’ll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry.