In the midst of action
continue.
In the midst of action
continue to be.
In the midst of action
continue to be still.
In the midst of action
continue to be still awake.
A poem which arose many years ago, after discovering the magic of acting.
There is a still point which one rests in as the action almost plays itself out, the words speak themselves, but one is not asleep, but profoundly, awake, surrendered and safe. The audience relaxes, and there is no separation between us, no one excluded.
Then when asked to lead a huge group of people in a kitchen, the same still point within was found.
But it also needed to be visible to the group. To stand still and view the activity as a whole unit, with many moving parts. It was so tempting to move from the wide view, and dive into the activity,
but then all one can see is the activity engaged in. Something is missed, the balance gets precarious. Egos flexed, dishes were broken.
Standing still, keeping the view wide,
ah, such freedom for all.
Then as a conductor, leading a choir or orchestra
I had to sit in the seat firmly, or the choir gets unsettled
egos start flexing, the authority is challenged...
Again, as a teacher in a classroom,
the same wide, centred approach was needed
the children settle, and bask in the order arising
and a natural freedom arises
the Aha! of learning discovered.
And then I found I was resting in Thee
it had always been Thee!
like a child sitting on her Father's lap
or leaning on her Mother's arm
guiding, loving, a safe haven for all.
And so I discovered Your Sacred Heart
We, us? You ask.
Of course Lord
but you must keep reminding me!