Beauty and Truth
Oct. 21st, 2011 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
I have awakened and closed for nearly half a century: have run from and stopped, run to and stopped, climbed and stopped, lifted and stopped. I ask questions that can never be answered and live like an answer to all that is never asked. Like an ant building temporary homes, I keep moving what should be left alone and dropping what can't be carried, and, in the highly charged space between the skin of the world and the skin of my soul, experience rushes.
The whole of the reading for this day is so beautiful that it defies comment. So much is, and should be true, even just in the one paragraph (of the two) that I have quoted. It is the second of such deep kinds of meditations/triggers – whatever you want to call what the words above represent – that has brought me to tears. They are tears of sympathy, or empathy… of belonging to, and being outside of… tears of hope and joy and love… and tears of the loss of being unable to quite reach what is being expressed.
The other is here: http://youtu.be/Pc-Kmx8YOeU
I feel I am a poor pupil for life's lessons, a poor subject for the Universe to take under Her wing and love and protect. I have judged myself and found myself wanting.
Seeking life everywhere,
I found it in the burn of my lungs.
I have awakened and closed for nearly half a century: have run from and stopped, run to and stopped, climbed and stopped, lifted and stopped. I ask questions that can never be answered and live like an answer to all that is never asked. Like an ant building temporary homes, I keep moving what should be left alone and dropping what can't be carried, and, in the highly charged space between the skin of the world and the skin of my soul, experience rushes.
The whole of the reading for this day is so beautiful that it defies comment. So much is, and should be true, even just in the one paragraph (of the two) that I have quoted. It is the second of such deep kinds of meditations/triggers – whatever you want to call what the words above represent – that has brought me to tears. They are tears of sympathy, or empathy… of belonging to, and being outside of… tears of hope and joy and love… and tears of the loss of being unable to quite reach what is being expressed.
The other is here: http://youtu.be/Pc-Kmx8YOeU
I feel I am a poor pupil for life's lessons, a poor subject for the Universe to take under Her wing and love and protect. I have judged myself and found myself wanting.
