Thank you, Dear Ones

Original Text
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste. Then can I drown an eye unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night, And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe, And moan th’ expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before.   
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,   All losses are restored, and sorrows end.

Shakespear’s Sonnet #30 has always been relevant in my life. I stumbled upon it in college whilst taking a class on his plays, which was a big eye-opener for me, as Shakespeare had a way of writing with such clarity and lack of B.S., that I felt like my weekly classes were Satsang: that I was in the company of great truth, and whilst there, everyone was my truest and dearest friend. Simply put, in the intellectual atmosphere of University, my Heart had a chance to commune. Communion Holy in a Secular classroom.

Who is this dear friend? The visage has changed over the years, for sure. It has taken many forms, including animal, human, inanimate, momentary, long-term, deliberate, unconscious and such.

The Dear friend is my very self reflected back to me in all of us who have dared to “Dive In” to the Earth experiment at this time. The waves upon waves of beings from my lifetime and before and are here with me now, willing to engage in material existence without a clue as to what may come next, yet willing to face it all, to choose and course-correct and share and love.

What Shakespeare appears to be saying, to me, is that stuff happened, and stuff happens. Sometimes it comes up for review and sometimes you may wallow in the review as if it were a fresh and not an old wound. This is natural, and maybe even necessary at moments. And yet. And yet the bright spot, that love, that teacher, that friend, that pet, that moment, that turn of events, the grace, the unheralded support: that shifting of focus to the loving moment, the “friend” can reignite the heart and cancel the myriad disappointments. And if I could, I would, through these words, transmit the depth of the feelings I have for this reality to you so that all doubt about your capacity to realize what is being said here wash away attachment to fear for eternity.



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