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Kazi Ya Upendo Ni Kupenda

Wakati wangu mwenyewe duniani umeniongoza kuamini katika vyombo viwili vyenye nguvu vinavyogeuza uzoefu kuwa upendo: kushikilia na kusikiliza. Kwani kila wakati niliposhika au kushikiliwa, kila niliposikiliza au kusikilizwa, uzoefu unawaka kama kuni kwenye moto huo wa milele na ninajikuta katika uwepo wa upendo. Hii imekuwa hivyo kila wakati. Fikiria imani hizi mbili za zamani ambazo hubeba hekima na changamoto ya kushikilia na kusikiliza.

Ya kwanza ni dhana ya zamani kwamba unaposhikilia ganda kwenye sikio lako, unaweza kusikia bahari. Daima inaonekana kufanya kazi. Uchunguzi wa dawa umebaini kwamba unaposhikilia ganda hilo sikioni mwako, kwa hakika unasikia mipigo yako mwenyewe, bahari ya damu yako ikichezewa kwako. Walakini ukweli huu haupunguzi siri hii. Inaongeza tu. Kwa maana kushikilia ganda kwenye sikio hutufundisha jinsi ya kusikia Yote kupitia sehemu hiyo, na jinsi ya kupata Ulimwengu ndani yetu. Inatufundisha kwamba tunapothubutu kushikilia kiumbe mwingine, kama ganda, masikioni mwetu, tunasikia siri ya maisha yote na bahari ya damu yetu wenyewe.

Kwa kushangaza, kila kiumbe kina hadithi ya Ulimwengu iliyosimbwa ndani yao. Kila nafsi ni ganda linaloundwa na mikondo ya kilindi. Hata kimwili, sikio la ndani - chanzo hicho cha usawa - kina umbo la kochi. Na kwa hivyo, chochote kinachoshikiliwa na kusikilizwa kitatuonyesha mahali kinapoishi ulimwenguni na ndani yetu.

Hii inatuleta kwenye imani ya pili: ngano kwamba ikiwa farasi huvunja mguu, lazima iwekwe chini. Nimegundua kuwa hii si kweli. Oh ni kweli kwamba hutokea. Wafugaji huwapiga risasi farasi waliovunjika miguu kana kwamba hakuna la kufanywa. Lakini sasa najua wanajifanyia hivi, bila kutaka kumtunza farasi asiyeweza kukimbia.

Kwa njia hii tu, watu waoga na wenye ubinafsi hukata kamba kwa wale waliovunjika, bila kutaka kukaa na rafiki asiyeweza kuipata kesho, bila kutaka kutandikwa na mtu ambaye atawapunguza kasi, bila kutaka kukabiliana na kile kilichovunjika ndani yao. Katika hili kuna changamoto ya huruma. Maana tunapothubutu kuwashika waliolazimishwa chini, huthubutu kuwashika karibu, ukweli wa kushikana na kusikiliza huimba na tunabebwa kwenye hekima ya mifupa iliyovunjika na jinsi mambo yanavyopona.

Hizi ni ujasiri wa utulivu ambao sote tunahitaji. Ujasiri wa kusubiri na kutazama na wote sisi ni nani. Ujasiri wa kukubali kwamba hatuko peke yetu. Ujasiri wa kushikana kwenye sikio la mioyo yetu. Na ujasiri wa kutunza vitu vilivyovunjika.

Msingi wa mazoezi ya ushujaa huu daima ni vitu vidogo vilivyo karibu. Kwa namna fulani, kupitia mazoezi ya kufanya mambo madogo kwa upendo mkubwa, kama Mama Teresa anavyosema, tunajifunza jinsi ya kuwa jasiri. Kwa kweli, kazi ya upendo inashughulikia vitu vidogo kabisa. Utunzaji kama huo hufungua siri. Kwa moyo mkuu wa umakini wetu mdogo, tunaingia kwenye bahari ya upendo ambayo hutubeba sisi sote.

Kwa urahisi na kwa undani, kazi ya upendo ni kupenda. Kwa maana katika tendo hilo, Ulimwengu unakuwa hai. Uhai kama huo ndio nafasi inayofunguka kati yetu, kama Martin Buber anavyosema, wakati watu wawili wanainama na kugusa kwa njia ya kweli.

Mark Nepo kutoka "The Exquisite Risk: Kuthubutu Kuishi Maisha Halisi"

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Marc Samuel Jul 27, 2019

This made me happy, which has been rare recently. Thanks for sharing and writing this. -Marc

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Patrick Watters Jul 26, 2019
The Pilgrim and the Poustinik - a very short storyThe pilgrim had been traveling for many days, through many moons. He had seen much during his journey, learned many things, but still had not found what his heart was searching for.Finally, while walking at night in a dark wood where only small, barely visible animal paths guided him, he saw a dim glow in the distance. As he got closer he realized the light came from a small dwelling, a shack which seemed to glow itself? He approached the poustinia with both great anticipation and great fear.Now at the door he could make out the form of an old hermit, a poustinik. “Ah pilgrim, I have been waiting for you, welcome.” “Sir, who are you?” asked the pilgrim. “Who I am does not matter, but I have your answer.”The pilgrim was puzzled but mysteriously hopeful. He had not even posed the question on his heart, he had only asked “Who are you?” “Come, tell me of your travels, what have you seen and learned?” The poustin... [View Full Comment]