THE COLLIDING OF THREE UNREAL WORLDS:
A THINKING SELF, PAST AND FUTURE
THE SILENCE OF
FERTILE INVISIBLE COMPOST PILE FOR
THE ALWAYS PRESENT NOW*
*Overwhelment is when you think of past or future.
I had to discover it was only when
every single, subtle, experience and idea
- conscious and unconscious -
has come to an end, a complete end,
that it is possible
for the Truth to reveal itself.
Bernadette Roberts -
The Experience of No-Self: A Contemplative Journey-p. 84
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I was going to tell you my story...
but waves of pain drowned my voice.
I tried to utter a word but my thoughts
became fragile and shattered like glass.
Even the largest ship can capsize
in the stormy sea...
let alone my feeble boat,
which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing
but a strip of wood to hold on to.
Small and helpless, rising to heaven
on one wave of love and falling with the next.
I don't even know if I am or I am not.
when I think I am not, I find my value.
Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day...
at last I surrender...
It does not legitimate the world,
it breaks the world;
it does not console the world,
it shatters it. And it does not render
the self content, it renders it undone.
for most powerful arms are hidden under them.
is not, and soul commingles
with mist, and rock, and light. In time,
soul brings the misty self to be.
while ever lightening the soul,
till soul can loose its hold of self
and both are free and can return
to vastness and dissolve in light,
the long light after time.
~Ursula K. Le Guin
This is what you shall do:
Love the earth and sun and the animals,
give alms to every one that asks,
devote your income and labor to others,
argue not concerning God,
take off your hat to nothing known or unknown
or to any man or number of men,
and with the young and with the mothers of families,
read these leaves in the open air
every season of every year of your life,
at school or church or in any book,
and your very flesh shall be a great poem
and have the richest fluency
not only in its words
and between the lashes of your eyes
and in every motion and joint of your body.
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