Balanced on one leg
Motionless, a crane inhales
The gold of sunset
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Much to be learnt. As you can see this is Part One. I may not be reposting future parts unless moved to do so. so if readers wish to learn where this leads it might be a good idea to follow her site.
And may I say thank you for posting this (and several others).
It’s a good place to be, to comfortably acknowledge the countless things I don’t know. While I may have achieved 70 years of time in, experiencing more is a given… because I am in this top-notch school called Life, and I’m still breathing. “The more I learn, the more I learn how little I know,” is a statement attributed to Socrates. Having walked the self-realization journey for a while, I’d say, thumb’s up to Socrates.
We call it the path of consciousness, when we slowly uncover and reveal to ourselves who or what we are. I’m within the unique position of consciousness that is Ida. You are within your position, we are not the same, yet we connect, we look at the same things, and we do our best to communicate. To experience communication as a flow of truth, love, and trust… we are born with that capacity, but as…
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TURN! TURN! TURN!
Feeling is healing
But not until the time comes
Till then it is hell
THE MIDNIGHT HOUR
Invisible to these others
Here above the operating table
The shine from my hovering spirit
The two hands come together
As on the stroke of twelve
The monitor screen flat lines
And a celestial quartet strikes up
A melody that only I can detect
Chopin’s funeral theme
This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 10.
To whom it may concern.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE?
There was once a man who decided, in order to give structure and purpose to his life, that he would try to find himself. To this end he devoted the whole of his available time and energy. He read many books, attended courses and seminars of all kinds and travelled many miles to sit at the feet of great teachers and learned men. Eventually he grew old and died and ascended to heaven. Like every new arrival, he was called for an audience with God, who enquired of him whether he had been successful in his quest.
“Not really,” replied the man ruefully.
“Well,” said God, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you another shot. This time, see if you can work out who’s doing the looking.”
Recently I was invited to participate in an exercise which involved posting a fresh quotation on each of three days and also tagging three more folk each day. Here is a sequel, but with a difference. The quotation bit remains the same but I won’t be burdening anyone else. :) And this time there will be five days rather than three.
This is Day Three.
“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”
– Louis de Bernieres.