ONE EVENTUALLY REALIZES A SOUL IS CONTENT
WITHOUT A MINDING MIND.
COULD IT BE THIS SIMPLE?
4:31 AM - 8/7/2015
Everyone is like who is born from the wind.
Oh now it's getting serious.
We want to be those
Born from the wind that blows along the plains
And over the sea where no one has a home.
And that Upsetting Rabbi, didn't he say:
"Take nothing with you, no blanket, no bread.
When evening comes, sleep wherever you are.
And if the owners say no, shake out the dust
From your sandals; leave the dust on their doorstep."
Don't hope for what will never come.
Give up hope,
Dear friends, the joists of life are laid on the winds.
And age brings different flowers at each stage of life,
Blooms each and every virtue and wisdom
In their time, and may not last forever.
From within every heart, life calls, be
Ready for parting, and each new endeavor,
To bravely and without remorse
Find new beauty in the next other.
In all beginnings dwells a magic
Protecting us and helping us to live.
We shall traverse realm on realm,
cleaving to none as a home,
The world of spirit wishes not to fetter us,
He will raise us higher, to wider spaces.
We're hardly at home in one circle,
Familiar habits make for indolence,
In someone who is ready to depart and travel,
The crippling habit may dismiss itself.
Perhaps even the hour of death
may bring us home to new fresh spaces
The call of life to us is never ending ...
Well, my heart, bid farewell continually!
In that absolute blankness eveything is possible.
It is not negative;
it is the most positive thing in the world,
because out of nothingness,
That nothingness is God.
So when that blank comes, enjoy it!
Dive deep into it,
dissolve yourself in it,
become one with it.
Then you will know much
which is higher than intelligence.
Be nothing, and for the first time you will be.
The Sound of the running water.
Get out of your own Way, Chapter 8
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