Ordinary life opposes my knowing higher possibilities hidden in me. It does this in a natural and implacable manner, which subjects me to being the way I am today. But when I see in myself the opposition of two lives, two different levels subject to different laws, I feel the necessity of a way, a direction. Without this opposition I would not feel it, and I would not learn to see myself as I am. The life force is always present in us and is a continual source of manifestation. But we have no contact, no relation with it. We do not feel engaged. We do not know our life force. In order to know it, we have to be present to our identification. We must accept going toward manifestation, at the same time making an effort to see ourselves taken by the life force and to follow the changes that take place in our state. We must come to feel engaged voluntarily- a conscious engagement that we make by choice, by taking a decision……Jeanne de Salzmann
there is a homesickness of the heart…….we know the feeling of longing for that which cannot be named….this ecstasy of pain and self-exposure nudge us to gently ask, ‘where is this intention?….where have I left it behind?’……this may be the first crumb on the path home….
This meeting with oneself is, at first, the meeting with one’s own shadow. The shadow is a tight passage, a narrow door, whose painful constriction no one is spared who goes down to the deep well. But one must learn to know oneself in order to know who one is. For what comes after the door is, surprisingly enough, a boundless expanse full of unprecedented uncertainty, with apparently no inside and no outside, no above and no below, no here and no there, no mine and no thine, no good and no bad. It is the world of water…..where I am indivisibly this and that; where I experience the other in myself and the other-than-myself experiences me……Carl Jung
A man a woman sit near each other,
and they do not long
at the moment to be older, or younger,
nor born in any other nation, or time, or place.
They are content to be where they are,
talking or not talking.
Their breaths together feed someone whom
we do not know.
The man sees the way his fingers move;
he sees her hands close around a book
she hands to him.
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have made a promise to love that body.
Age may come, parting may come,
death will come.
A man and a woman sit near each other;
as they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
someone we know of, whom we have never seen.