ORIGIN'S AKASHA TAO CORE
PARTING ALL RED SEAS OF LIES & DESTRUCTION
CREATION’S GREAT BREATH
One of my favorite things to do is to sit with my elderly father
who has Alzheimers. It's a beautiful thing to just sit in a place
of profound not-knowing with him, a place where I do not
know what to say or do.
without trying to 'fix' him,
or manipulate his experience in any way.
without trying to make things better in the moment,
without playing the role of 'the one who knows'.
I am simply available to him.
I notice a deep and profound acceptance
of any wave of frustration or sadness
that appears in the ocean of experience.
what true relationship is at its very core -
meeting, really meeting in the moment,
without hope, without
a future, without expectation, without a story.
Coming face to face with - yourself.
"What remains is the great sadness of compassion"
intimacy of the most unspeakable kind.
Excerpt from The Beauty We Love
There is a silent self within us
whose presence is disturbing precisely because it is so silent:
it can't be spoken.
It has to remain silent.
To articulate it, to verbalize it,
is to tamper with it, and in some way to destroy it.
that our culture is one which is geared in many ways
to help us evade any need to face this inner, silent self.
to the sound of voices, music, traffic,
or the generalized noise of what goes on around us all the time.
a diffuse medium in which our consciousness is half diluted:
we are not quite "thinking",
not entirely responding,
but we are more or less there.
not fully withdrawn,
yet not completely available.
and we may in fact, be half conscious of our alienation and resentment.
Yet we derive a certain comfort from the vague sense
that we are "part of something"
-- although we are not quite able to define what that something is --
and probably wouldn't want to define it even if we could.
Resigned and indifferent,
we share semi-consciously
in the mindless mind of Muzak and radio commercials
which pass for "reality".
- Thomas Merton
from Love & Living