Facets of a Diamond – Blog
It seems to me that the tragedy of Freud is that knowing his deep inner shall I say despair he chose what he called self-analysis rather than meditation: to find out what and why rather than Who?
Every morning I would lie in bed and look up at the skylight. And every morning became obsessed by the one corner that was not square.
Hindu sages speak of finding “the Unseen through the seen” — looking past the physical to perceive the divine, cosmic reality that lies behind it.
As with sages, so with healers. The Unseen within us is the Soul and the task of every healer is to find it within every sufferer. The true healer is a
Two little pebbles, thrown at random – if random there be – onto a tray of sand.
Place them at Peace – and you will be too.
But how? Just ask them – from your heart.
(2012)
This hand is you and your other your spouse. Bring them close together, then have them touch – and then interlock them.
You have now created a new Entity: the two of you fused as One. This is Fusion, this is Love.
We used to think of the stars, with nothing in-between. Now we learn that the great mass of the universe is composed of vital invisible dust, occasionally compressed into discernible objects.
And our world is filled with Spirit. But all we know are its condensations.
As air, I enclose in my cupped hands the Universal Spirit.
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.