from the 13th-century Persian poet
Life as Art,
pretend some openness,
risk to be wrong and misunderstood:
“Wrongdoing and rightdoing” is the person,
the conceptual-me, the accumulated identity,
the one on whose behalf I lived for too long
a life of quiet desperation.
“… a field. I meet you there”,
the field is the Presence of Awareness,
yOur true nature.
I (attention) relaxes into itself (Source),
in/as the field of Awareness.
“The world is too full to talk about”.
Words are only pointers, for attention to follow.
Mind is a limited tool, not a place to live in.
“Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn’t make any sense.”
The person, the assumed “me”
is a state of contraction and limitation
we painfully grew into and
unawarely defend and protect.
The way out is in
Allow psychological pain to release.
Don’t blame “other”.
Be wise, inquire, feel, allow.
Die to the old should, would and could.
True peace is priceless
and more important than being right.
The core misunderstanding is the lack of discernment
between the intimate sense of “me”
and the grace/gift of “I am”.
I find this formula very helpful:
The sense of separation consists of
10% faulty thinking and 90% muscle-memory!
Life is a mystery, not a problem to be solved.
Life as art – be playful, don’t blame “other”
for your own misunderstood pain identity.
Allow yourself to feel; be wise.
Don’t escape into clever thinking;
one time stop running away.
It takes humility to experience that
that you always longed for
is always here and now ❤️ as I am.
Making-sense only pertains to body-mind-world.
Love, Beauty, Intelligence.