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The Force is Strong With This One
My spiritual teacher was fond of saying, 'seek that which transpires behind that which appears.' It's hard enough to get a glimpse of what lies behind the veil of maya—harder yet to give a coherent description of what you saw and felt. In the manifest realms there's always drama and conflict with much to gain, much to lose, and the higher the realm, the higher the ante. But beyond the manifest the game is rigged, so to speak, for, ultimately, everything emerges from, and returns to, love.
So the point, it seems to me, is to align every aspect of our being to the eternal, unchanging, unmanifest source of all, thereby helping to align the manifest with the unmanifest. Love loses many battles, but always wins the war. So here's my reminder to my self about this essential truth...
True Romance
The tears I have shed yesterday
Have become rain today.
--Thich Nhat Hanh
There's more to romance than to bed and wed:
There's the romance of friendship;
The romance between grownups and children;
The romance between a man and his cat;
Between synapses of the soul, and stars in the sky;
Between a quintessence of flesh on an upturned face, and a drop of rain.
True romance is the shimmering rest
Between if and when,
Here and there,
Magic and proof—
It's the terrible caress of now.
So traverse that moment
As if each breath, a sun rising;
All thought, a halo 'round a moon;
All the dark, a pregnant pause between lovers;
As if you are the crystalline stillness of an icestorm,
And all that seems fragile and vulnerable were unbreakable,
And all that seems invulnerable, a mountain sinking slowly in a sea of love.
So the point, it seems to me, is to align every aspect of our being to the eternal, unchanging, unmanifest source of all, thereby helping to align the manifest with the unmanifest. Love loses many battles, but always wins the war. So here's my reminder to my self about this essential truth...
True Romance
The tears I have shed yesterday
Have become rain today.
--Thich Nhat Hanh
There's more to romance than to bed and wed:
There's the romance of friendship;
The romance between grownups and children;
The romance between a man and his cat;
Between synapses of the soul, and stars in the sky;
Between a quintessence of flesh on an upturned face, and a drop of rain.
True romance is the shimmering rest
Between if and when,
Here and there,
Magic and proof—
It's the terrible caress of now.
So traverse that moment
As if each breath, a sun rising;
All thought, a halo 'round a moon;
All the dark, a pregnant pause between lovers;
As if you are the crystalline stillness of an icestorm,
And all that seems fragile and vulnerable were unbreakable,
And all that seems invulnerable, a mountain sinking slowly in a sea of love.
