Ganesha caught fire

Ganesha caught fire
Given enough space
To be and to look at
Noticed just in time
But one leg burned
Gave enough room
For the small turtle
Become snowed in
Too steep this hill
Requiring to tow
So first remember
An attaching hook
Not in the middle
Adding challenge
As pulled around
In slippery snow
Approached limits
Of what’s possible
With cooperation
It could succeed
Back on the road
Among red tails
Chirping merely
One leading ahead
Others all around
Down the slope
To everyday life
From a retreat
Closer to heaven
A gentle introduction
For beginners here now
Of what’s done all life
Late without lineage
But still with frames
Wishing for realization
Framing attitudes of soul
Language learned as such
Contracting and expanding
Like breathing in and out
What or who’s perceiving
Thinking, feeling, naming
But why label things at all
When it’s just pure being
All unlimited and free
Just let it be what it is
The experience’s open
For learning kindness
No need for labeling
Limiting in any way
As loving acceptance
Keeps open all doors
Always another lesson
At times bump heads
Or really need a tow
Continue present now
Embraced by the divine
Relishing life and love
Here it all is what it is!

“Ever forward into the open” — blue destination

Life as a story…

[Questioning exchange after hearing a detailed rendition of incredible past events…]

“But for the purposes of our investigation, we would like to know what really happened?”
“What really happened?”
“Yes.”
“So you want another story?”
“Uhh . . . no. We would like to know what really happened.”
“Doesn’t the telling of something always become a story?”
“Uhh . . . perhaps in English. In Japanese a story would have an element of ‘invention’ in it. We don’t want any invention. We want the ‘straight facts’, as you say in English.”
“Isn’t telling about something — using words, English or Japanese — already something of an invention? Isn’t just looking upon this world already something of an invention?”
“Uhh . . .”
“The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn’t that make life a story?”

— Life of Pi, Yann Martel, p. 302

Ganesha caught fire to melt snow or be towed