A man must wrestle till the dark center,
that is shut up close, break open,
and the spark lying therein kindle.
where we see opposites….where we are torn down to the essentials….where black and white are tangled and become mud……where our intentions unravel…..
I don’t know where
such certainty comes from-
the brave flesh
or the theater of the mind-
but if I had to guess
I would say that only
what the soul is supposed to be
could send us forth
with such cheer.
All beautiful states are paradoxical. The higher you go, the deeper you go into the paradox of reality. Supreme action with supreme relaxation- on the surface great action is happening, in the depth nothing is happening, or only nothing is happening. Yielding to a power not your own, surrendering to a power that is beyond you, is creativity. Meditation is creativity. And when the ego disappears the wound in you disappears; you are healed, you are whole. Consciousness is not a thing, it is a process- and we have made it a thing. The moment you call it “I” it becomes a thing- defined, bounded, dormant, stagnant, and you start dying. When you are creative, you are already that which you always wanted to be. ~osho