Feel so strange. Almost detached, powerfully recollected, withdrawn in my heart. It just seems to become deeper and deeper, it feels like gazing into a bottomless well, into a life rich, exuberant, alien, yet known to my heart even before I knew I had a heart. Becomes too dazzling for me to behold... Feel suspended. Feel like I'd better go and mind my business while Powers are sorting this out.
We are not the same people who left the station... We are struggling to sit still while our compulsions and fears make us jerk and convulse. To give any meaningful response to the reality, we must learn to sit still; before acting or reacting, simply pause and accept what there is: take it in, drink our cup, taste it. Otherwise our jerking compulsions will be responding for us; and not to any objective reality, but to the imaginary hellish world they created for us.
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