Poem for Russel
That’s almost all for this month. It’s the school holidays so I have to go the park now, and play soccer with my kids! (At the age of 50, I am now in the best soccer form of my life, after years of playing practically every day with my kids!)
Let me leave you with the following poem, dedicated to the wonderful spiritual teacher
Russel Williams, who is seriously ill at the moment:
Be Soft (for Russel Williams)
Don’t build a hard, solid self
full of fixed ideas and firm
beliefs.
Be soft
so that you don’t create friction, or clash with the world
but accept and absorb your experience with ease.
Be soft
so that disappointments and insults don’t bruise
you
but bounce harmlessly away
after your softness has absorbed their force.
Be soft
so that thoughts and emotions can’t attach themselves to you
and ideas don’t turn to rigid theories which can’t be contradicted
and animosity never lingers long enough to form a grudge
and pain passes away before turning to
trauma.
Be soft
so that you can bend with the wind, without breaking
and become moist with the rain, without flooding.
Be soft
so that you can pass through the world without leaving
damage
only the lightest of trails which will dissolve like a cloud
and become part of the air which everyone breathes.
All best wishes and blessings, Steve
P.S. Shortly after he wrote this newsletter, Steve was informed of the passing away of Russel
Williams, his friend, spiritual teacher and co-author of Not I, Not Other than I. In the newsletter he mentions that Russel was seriously ill. He will write more about Russel in his next newsletter.