I am learning to see. I don’t know why it is, but everything enters me more deeply & doesn’t stop where it once used to. I have an interior that I never knew of.
Everything passes into it now.
I don’t know what happens there.
…..Rainer Maria Rilke
the mood of compassion holds the dark
We don’t decide who we are. We discover who we are and decide what to do about it. For those who do not settle for an idealized, self-avoiding image of themselves, life is peppered with ongoing revelations about the real quality of their souls- hopes, dreams, desires, and capacities that sometimes come as a surprise. The continuing process of self-discovery may present us with some unhappy surprises- immature parts of ourselves, distorted eruptions of the image of God, and even destructive impulses. The need for compassion applies especially to the parts of ourselves that are genuinely difficult. So closely aligned is the love of other parts of ourselves and the love of other people that we can get a clue on how to love the difficult parts of ourselves by practicing on people we find difficult…….Robert Corin Morris
this self-love is the hardest concept to manage in many ways….elusive and frightening…..we actually fall into narcissism and victimhood without this true self-compassion….really delving into the heart is the most gentle yet true task….
Often as we are being transformed, we cannot tell what is happening. For while in the midst of staring afloat, it is next to impossible to see the ocean we are being carried into. While struggling with the pain of change, it is often impossible to see the new self we are becoming. While feeling our hand pried loose by experience, we seldom can imagine what will fill it once it is opened. As the days rinse our heart, we can feel something unseeable scour us through, though we can’t yet imagine how much fresher milk and sky and laughter will taste once we are returned to the feel of being new…..Mark Nepo
these human bones rely on our humble gifts…..
keep giving, keep loving, keep searching….
Of magic doors there is this,
you do not see them even
as you are passing through.
…anonymous
Life knocks on our door, over and over again, until we let it in, until we let it flow through the heart. Suddenly everything starts to feels different, values change, joy becomes our pet kissing our face, sorrow an overwhelming compassion for human plight / starvation. Realization of the words – Father forgive them, for they know not what they do –
Spoken from an open heart:) Such a rare thing……I love the daring capacity we find when we live with this fierce love….such a beautiful way to know the suffering of the world…..blessings g.f.s…..
The river flows – for us, around us, through us…….our worst lot is not to drown but to lose the bliss that is flowing. ~ B
Beautiful poetic imaginings…..thank you for this sprinkling of bliss….many blessings….