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SOARING from Ole C. Salomonsen on Vimeo.
The Thinker of Tender Thoughts
By Shel Silverstein
And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.
~Shel Silverstein
– http://www.spiritscienceandmetaphysics.com/this-comic-about-love-will-touch-your-heart/
Where the Sidewalk Ends
from the book “Where the Sidewalk Ends”There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.[What this has to do with the Northern Lights:
Sometimes I sit back and watch this puzzling night sky, blackbird, scream, heartbeat, color; what is there? Only you?
Who smells the darkness as these words describe my place?
The moon is hiding in the forest somewhere, a piece of ripe fruit.
Sweetness, maybe my bones are too full of memories.…]
Your reply was a little too “stream-of-consciousness” for me to follow, but glad you enjoyed the video. I felt the video to be very filled with qi. The color, sound, and scenery really resonated with me. I’ve actually watched it a couple of times over the past day while doing my IS2 practice.
Only comments I have on the items in your post:
First comic: Afraid of being the real you? 😉
Second comic: I know very well the idea of sealing the heart in a box. Sometimes you have to find the right person to give the key (as in the comic). Also, sometimes if you learn to love yourself again, you can get rid of the box on your own.
Qi,
StevenFirst comic: Afraid of being the real you? 😉
Who isn’t? Why else would people worry about death?
Second comic: I know very well the idea of sealing the heart in a box. Sometimes you have to find the right person to give the key (as in the comic). Also, sometimes if you learn to love yourself again, you can get rid of the box on your own.
I find the notion of giving someone else the key to be far more difficult than looking for it in the darkness alone. To live with someone, when I have become so used to solitude, would not be easy… but I think that my heart is like Wolverine (yes, Marvel comics) in that it has the mutant ability to regenerate and heal from battle wounds that would otherwise be mortal. Ha! I mean, I don’t think that my heart is deflated or patched; it’s lovely, sometimes, my heart beating in response to a kiss or a smile. The box in my case is that I once decided it would be better to be alone without love or sex in order to learn about how that my inner polarity of male and female could learn more deeply about love and sex. Now, in order to continue that learning, I accept that my role in life may simply be to learn to love life, a small part of the stars in the form of another. In a way, I’d ask for the greatest gift that the powers could bestow, as Eve and Adam once, longing for each other, came into the garden again. Then, if it vanished, I would be Paradise Lost… Another way of putting it is that I’d like to see how these Gurus are with their lovers and friends; I’d ask the Buddha to explain, once again, why that he left his wife and child. Was he, like I, once afraid of what one could lose?
Last night I was interested enough in a pattern of thought that, for my part, is very much in resonance with particular posts here, especially lately, that I followed a thread of the *moment* and came up with this:
If you just be yourself, everyone will love you.
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Whittling the concept:
If you are yourself, just as you are, maybe someone will love you naturally.
If you allow others to be their natural selves, just as you are, maybe you love them.
Who am I?
Is the answer simple or complex? Is chaos a function of order? Is order a function of chaos?
The skillful use of a small portion of red in a painting can make all the difference, depending on the other colors and their placements.
Who needs experience performing surgery when you can learn from your experience how to operate successfully? Aren’t failure and success one? Smile? I also solve complex math problems this way:
Ah, my first grade teacher failed to believe me when I told her that 1 + 1 = 11!
Halfway between you, reader, and I, paster, is this poem: [Just keep halving the remaining distance and you’ll get there eventually, but only if you have a good teacher. 😉 ]
A Tear And A Smile
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracing her longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and are a cloud.And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.To the ocean of Love and Beauty—-to God.
Khalil Gibran
It’s very complicated, this deepening of the relationship between my waking and dreamingselfwhat part of that mystery may be universal or at least sharedso I’ve been returning to the simpler, more enjoyable…
The change is welcome. That’s about all I can say, right now. There’s something about a cold night and being so free of responsibility to keep the heavens from falling that you can hold your lover and look up or down at the beauty of the dream that maybe no one else could know.
Warning to the reader: Forgive me if my words are too shocking, but I’d rather speak honestly, than shade my truth with metaphors.
>>>First comic: Afraid of being the real you? 😉
>>>Who isn’t?I am not, at least for the most part.
I speak my mind, and don’t hide in the least bit.
I have no avatar. Steven is my real name, and people can contact me quite easily through the Healing Tao Instructors Website http://www.healing-tao.orgAs I said before, any one person is but one of 8 billion, and if any one person doesn’t resonate with me, I know others will. Moreover, I know that in all likelihood all of these 8 billion people will die and become dust at some point in the future, so their opinions don’t mean much in the grand scheme. Any time I worry about “what such-and-so person might think”, I remember this fact, and remember they will be dust and forgotten like everyone else. It helps prevent any kind of allowance that someone else can shadow my light.
>>>Why else would people worry about death?
In my case, I happen to thoroughly love and enjoy existence.
Not one person alive knows for certain what happens after death, and despite “fairy tales” from every religion, there is no guarantee that what waits after death is anything but non-existence. Even “Near-Death Experiences” are exactly that: Near-Death. Not After-Death. I don’t know of any instances of people being dead for weeks to the point of every cell being dead, and then coming back to give a story. At least any I’ve had direct experience with, beyond more fairy tales. When one considers the 8 billion people, of which ONE OF US, is tiny in comparison–in but a sliver of human history–then considers that Earth is tiny in comparison to the Sun, which is a dust speck in size compared to certain stars, which in turn are but one of 400 billion in the Milky Way Galaxy, which is but one of many in the Laniakea supercluster, of many superclusters . . . the thought that any individual is ultimately significant “and worth saving” after death can be hard to swallow. Even civilization itself is doomed as the luminosity of the sun which continuously increases will eventually increase to such a degree that all life on earth is toast in 600 million years (if global warming doesn’t do us in first) . . . all before the sun becomes a red-giant and swallows the earth in 4-8 billion years . . . eventually even the universe itself in several trillion years decays to muons and nothingness. When most memory, personality, etc. is wiped away at sleep, leaving only a tiny morsel of awareness, and this is only your sleep (while still alive), why would anyone assume that death has *more* awareness, it’s only reasonable to assume that it is even less . . . perhaps nothing . . . and if there IS more, what about the fate of the universe? If you dwell on this very carefully, not only is it very terrifying, but it also provides a very clear unmistakable message: LIFE IS A GIFT, EVERY MOMENT IS TO BE CHERISHED, EVERY DAY THAT YOU ARE ALIVE IS A BLESSING, ONE TO FEEL IMMENSE GRATITUDE FOR, AND EVERY MOMENT OF LIFE IS VALUABLE, NOT TO BE WASTED ON FOOLISHNESS OR FEELING BAD ABOUT ONESELF . . . THERE IS NO TIME TO LOSE.How is that for an idea? 😛
My words might be harsh and shocking, but sometimes speaking such things is necessary to wake up and smell the truth.
My point: If you dwell on these ideas enough, you will experience true freedom from the shadow of anyone else’s judgment.
>>>I find the notion of giving someone else the key
>>>to be far more difficult than looking for it in the darkness alone.
>>>[snipped]
>>>Another way of putting it is that I’d like to see
>>>how these Gurus are with their lovers and friends;
>>>I’d ask the Buddha to explain, once again, why
>>>that he left his wife and child. Was he, like I,
>>>once afraid of what one could lose?It’s not for me to judge what makes you happy or what drove the Buddha to make the choices he made. For me, I feel that we have all of eternity to be “alone”. As you say and others have said, it is the eventuality. Loved ones die, and death is our future. Therefore, for me, it only makes sense to welcome love through human pairing, if it is possible during the short time when we have that option. For me, we are here and gone in the blink-of-an-eye, so why waste an opportunity out of fear of what will be, regardless if that’s the final outcome. To me, if that’s what a person wants to do, one may as well annihilate now and skip to the end.
I have experienced true love–true sexual love–in my life, and it was wonderful. We are all on this planet alone, making our way together, and it is so much more enjoyable to be able to–even for a few moments–share that deeply with another. With two hearts merging into one, with two people bonding in a sexually charged moment, the heart opens even wider, and if one is perceptive, one can feel the source of ALL LOVE flooding in. Since the time period on earth when this can happen is immeasurably short, it only makes sense to take advantage of it, if at all possible . . . BEFORE you no longer have the choice to make and it is made for you in the negative.
But, again, my opinion and my feelings. If others choose a different view, they are welcome to. I don’t feel any need for validation of my view to remain strongly in it.
>>>If you just be yourself, everyone will love you.
If you just be yourself, YOU will love you.
Others may or may not, depending on whether they resonate with that.
Any lack of resonance on their part is ultimately their own path and really has nothing to do with you at all. 🙂Smiling to your truth,
Steven
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