Hi Dan,
This morning I borrowed from the library the dvd
series Planet Earth. I just watched the first
episode, 'Pole to Pole', and I really must ask
what IS the difference between yes and no. What
an incredible Mother Earth!!!
This post was wonderful to read. I won't say I
thought about it as much as I let it think me.
Thank you.
Marsha
At 02:06 AM 3/5/2009, you wrote:
Mati:
Now I think there is a real benifit to study
what the mystics had to say about DQ and try to
assist us in understanding its beauty and
capacity of DQ patterns from an intellectual/metaphyscial perspective.
Hello everyone,
When the weather's fine I like to sit on my
front porch and watch the people in the park
across the street. Babbling children laugh and
play under leafy trees; the adults sit rootedly
gathered at green picnic tables talking and
nodding among themselves agreeably, drinking
beverages of their choice. My mind quiets its
incessant chatter, wandering like a new-born
before it has learned to smile, alone, with no one to break the silence.
The people look happy. They wear fine clothes
and their expensively colorful cars line the
street. I am like an orphan, wearing a raggedy
tee shirt, with holes in my blue jeans, and not
a coin in my pockets. My heart is troubled... I
don't know why. The people in the park look
measured and precise in their actions, certain
they belong. I am confused and feel out of
place. I am as aimless as a breeze singing through the treetops.
Later the people will go home driving their fine
expensive cars and filled with their certainty
and children in tow. They have a purpose. They
know where they're going. I am unsure what to do
or where to drift next. I haven't any worries
though. The sun will rise in the morning and
another day will start. The universe provides for me.
That's the great mystery. There is no name for
it; it's beyond reason and rationality. Always
alone, always unchanging, encompassing
everything. Some people call it God, or the
Lord, or Allah, or Dynamic Quality, or the Tao.
I call it just a path that has no name. It flows
away to forever yet always returns, full of
giving, never asking anything in return. I don't understand.
I take care on the path not to do harm to anyone
or anything, for I've found that harm always has
a way of returning. I refrain from boasts or
calling attention to myself because I do what I
have to do, not what I choose to do. I wake in
the morning with no intention for the day. The
waking sensation flows into the world like a river flowing into the sea.
I deplore weapons, using them only when forced,
keeping them hidden otherwise. I notice some
people like to display their weapons, hanging
words and swords and guns along with the heads
of dead animals on their walls, reveling in pain
and death. But those people will never find any
peace in the world, only fear and misery.
Some people I know who are yearning for
knowledge strive everyday to learn as much as
they can. On the path I walk I strive everyday
to forget as much as I can. While the others
become filled with purpose and desire arising
from their learning, I become empty, unable to
accomplish anything. Others are constantly busy,
always working yet never done. I sit and do nothing yet everything is done.
We flow into life and ebb into death. Some of us
are full of life while others dwell on death and
finally perish. I notice people who are full of
life never fear death. They live in harmony with
the world around them. They don't live by law
but by their own being. They shape the world
without forcing it. They understand without
preaching. They forgive disagreements and seek to ameliorate differences.
We all have our dark side, our demons. These
demons often cause harm to others. I say I'm
sorry; I lost my temper. But there is a path
that leads to peace. When I walk that path my
demons lose the power to harm others. They don't
lose their power, mind you. They will not harm
others because I refuse to harm others. I call it responsibility.
There are three promises that I carry in my
heart. The first is compassion, through which I
find courage. The second is restraint, where I
discover strength. The third is unimportance,
where I find influence. No person will last long
if they're fearless without compassion, powerful
without restraint, or influential with a feeling of importance.
I nurture all things without trying to control
them. I am the substance of all things, without
exception, and so I should feel all-important.
But I find I have no intention and so I am
inconsequential. After all, who can tell the
difference between yes and no? Why is this
painting beautiful and that painting ugly?
"The shadows that a swinging lamp will throw,
We come from nowhere and to nothing go."
(In memory of Mark Steven Heyman)
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