Barn’s burnt down —
now
I can see the moon.
-Mizuta Masahide (水田 正秀?, 1657–1723)
(Winter Moon over Farm Field – Jill Battaglia)
My dear friend sent me this quote when one of the slates of my life was being wiped clean. When I read the words of this tiny poem then, I saw the barn as my marriage and the definition of my life that I had held up to that time.
Now, a year and a half later, I see more. This poem is actually quite large.
I see now: I am the barn. I am blocking the moon. And I am burning down!
I know I am repeating myself from other blog posts, here, but I sense that I am getting this same burning realization over and over again, on finer and finer levels, until there is nothing to talk about anymore. Do the fingers just go silent at some point?
I’ve been sent such intense, difficult, but perfect fires. I see now why some call for trials; I see now all the constructs these fires burn away.
The barns of other people may be blocking their moons, too, but really, it’s my own barn that tires me so.
Oh, girl, go away altogether already.
I love the glimpses of the moon no barn gives me. Imagine no obstructions evermore.
Let’s keep the fires going. Come on over, but bring your own marshmellows 🙂
Life as Improv 
Perception is a funny thing my friend, I dont see you are the Barn burning but the Moon shining for you have no obstructions but the ones you create for your self or that you find as you make this journey. I find your light brilliant and radiant. Wise and loving, couragous and strong, even when you feel that they are not. In those small moments of silence when the world of our skin slips away find your strength and see what I see. I,ll bring the marshmellow and chocolate grahams for I love a good smore. Change is a wonderfully horrific and beautiful journey, breath, love, live.
Namaste
Benjamin
Such enormous generosity and kindness has me batting away tears! You my friend are such a wonderful reflection of the brilliant radiance courage and strength. We can certainly dance around with fire with joy for it is the fire burning the false construction, the obstructions of what I am not…So grateful for your source flow words and ever resonate art and sharing on a daily basis…and everyday I wish for you ease and joy in your creative expression through the Benjamin lens! deep bow to you. xmarga
Such an honor to witness such incredible beauty in motion thought the eyes of your M. You are so loved. Are so loved. So loved. Loved. Love. xo.M
I’ll have to save my heart deep “how loved we are” cry for after class. Ever grateful for the gifts! that come through you. X!
Sometimes “barn burning” is the only way we can see the moon that is always there! thanks for this post…..in peace
Sure seems that way. So worth it, though. The barn was a propped up mess anyway :). Peace to you, Kai.
And to you Marga…..always so nice to meet here, in that looking at the moon…..
Reblogged this on Teacher as Transformer and commented:
This haiku came into my life about a year ago. Frequently, I stand in my own way and fail to see the world through new eyes. I need to let go of my preconceived notions to make sense of and see the world more completely in this moment.
Thank so much, Ivon!
You are welcome Marga. This quote has meant something very profound to me over the past year or so. It was easy to share.
I’m sure like the phoenix, you will rise up out of the ashes…
Beautiful. Thank you.
There are diamonds in that barn on fire: the finely honed perceptions you share with all of us.
thank you, Cheyenne. Such kind words! I just got out for the first time in months with my camera to do a bit of orb exploration, but a mile out, I realized my batteries were dead. Made me laugh. The trees and I communed silently.
This is awesome and terrifying. Thank you!
Tis terrifying to burn, sometimes; good word choice. Today is a good day to die, so they say. Thank you for reading!
Great piece marga t. And I’ve always loved that poem.
Thank you, Caimbeul! Amazing how what seemed complete grew and changed as i did. Hope your flow is good!
If ever there was a transformer, he lives in you! I’ve just spent a wee while reading SLOWLY 😉 your posts. Gifts. Love. Compassion. The Value of just breathing, my imagination is slower to catch up 🙂 THANKYOU Ivan…Please go forth and multiply, the world needs more YOU’s! Love Dawny Xxx
Hi there! Thanks for reading and sharing in the experience with me. I think your post was for Ivon, though, as he linked to my post…I don’t think he will see this response here. Joy sent to you, Dawny!
marga
There’s nothing monotonous about repetition of the truth. It sounds different each time I hear it. New.
Needed this today. I’m in a crazy mind place. Needed this poem and the Mooji clip from your other post to remember who I really am. Despite all the positive steps I’ve been taking and all the positive feelings I’ve been feeling, I am still fighting within myself. Still thinking I am all there is, and this visible world is all there is. I have forgotten so much! So I get a glimpse here or there (watching Mooji, reading your post, etc.), and remember – ah, yes! But then I return to the world of Kelly and This Is All There Is. No wonder I feel like busting out of this life. It’s too limiting. It is not me, certainly not all there is.
Time for a walk. Time to ask the trees and wind for much needed perspective.
Thanks for helping me this morning.
Ah Kelly, I will sit with you in these shifting sands that I know so well! The trees always seem to take me in, letting me get down to their roots or fly up to their sky kissing branches as needed – the wind enters every single cell, pushing out confusion, if we let it – so powerful, their juju! Today, I’m chasing dust bunnies as a spiritual practice! So much love sent your way. marga