Facets of a Diamond – Blog

By Beautiful I mean all in the world that enables us to Know the Soul, the Perfection, the Belovedness.

They are more efficient, more effective, requiring less effort. They are our facilitators.

And once Known through the obviously Beautiful, the effort becomes less. So that ultimately, so I am told, all becomes Beautiful, for there is

No martial arts warrior has ever been as skilled in self-defense as the sufferer who does not dare to look inside.

He defends with wondrous, instantaneous, almost reflexive katas, deflecting every attempt to help. He misprocesses them all as attacks – and then, lightning-fast, he counterattacks.

And all to guard against the Truth – that he is

Suppose someone, let’s say your mother, offers you a cup of tea and in the process of giving it to you, spills it over you.

How do you react? With anger – or with love? Do you go with the result – or the intention?

Don’t ignore the scalding – that would be only the hypocritical denial

I’ve spent my life chiseling away to find the beauty within it. But now I realize the chunks I discarded were just as beautiful – and so was the original rock.

When I was young, there was a daily radio program in which, as previously arranged by each mother, the children whose birthdays were on that day would be instructed to follow the string tied to the back of the radio to find their present.

Follow, follow the string – Golden, of course – and There you

There is only one Karma. Not one for each person, for each tree, for each planet or star.  Just one universal Karma.

Everything is moving along – being moved along – according to the Karma.

Karma is work.  Not work for us to do, but work to be done on us, on All.  All is being worked,

Infinite,
Eternal,
Empty.

That’s the Godhead.

Why Empty?  Why do Buddhists say The Empty, the Void, Nothingness?

We used to think that between the stars there was nothing.  Now we know that it is filled with “stuff,” even perhaps alive.  But the Godhead will always be, to us, nothing – nothing we will ever know, let alone understand.  As far

The English sinologist Arthur Waley writes of great Chinese philosopher Chuang Tzu: “To be known is to be lost. The wise man ‘hates that the crowd should come’.”*

Well, I’m so much less known now than I used to be – no more bestsellers, no more TV, interviews etc. etc.

Am I now – perhaps –

To quicken: to give life, to vivify. The anthropologist Margaret Murray at the age of ninety-nine declared in her "The Genesis of Religion" that the origin of the religious feeling occurred long, long ago when a woman first felt the mysterious quickening and attributed it to an unseen Power.

I never cried during my mother’s illness, nor at her death. Nor later at my daughter Kathie’s funeral.

I had come to understand that tears are for unfulfilled fantasy: what I had imagined the rest of their lives would have, should have, been. What they would have done, what we would have done together.

All tears, like