Facets of a Diamond – Blog
“The Buddha of the deeper Buddhism is not Gautama … but simply the divine in man. Chrysalides of the infinite we all are: each contains a ghostly Buddha, and the millions are but one.”
— Lafcadio Hearn
Our word chrysalis originally referred to the gold-colored pupa of a butterfly, from the Greek khrusos, gold.
Avalokiteshvara: She who looks down on those in suffering. She is “Great Compassion.”
As Lafcadio Hearn writes, She “is the dream of the Indian Paradise.”*
She is the Loving Mother smiling down on us. She can be as everyone’s mother: the Mother every mother yearns to be.
Her smile transports us to Paradise.
Every man-made object seemingly has two spirits: that of the man and that of the made. And the two are one, for all is The Spirit.
I’m holding this old raku bowl – Reverently. The spirit of the unknown craftsman, long dead, lives on through it, in it. I can almost feel his hands as I turn the bowl in my hands, as he did. Through it, he is still alive.
And then I feel another spirit.
I am often given what seem, at least to me, to be wonderful insights and understandings. As happens, I suppose, to many people as they get older and mature somewhat.
I could just sit here with them inside me – or pass them along, hoping you will receive them earlier than I did.
My word matrophilia, love of the mother, can be used as love to the mother and as love from the mother. For we only love as we feel loved.
We love our mothers as we feel she loves us. And that depends on how loved she feels by her mother.
I have said that, at least to me, Aspiration is an instinct. I believe that it is “an inborn pattern of behavior that is characteristic of a species.”* And that it is “a powerful motivation or impulse.” And that it is “an innate capability.”
And that it is “impelled from within” – from the Soul.
I read – for you.
For then I write about it
– for you.