That Which Does Not Suffer

As we shed the trappings of an insecure life, as we venture more fully into the realm of tender acceptance, there are lighted moments that reveal an authority of being that has been there all along.

“Don’t be ashamed to need help. Like a soldier storming a wall, you have a mission to accomplish. And if you’ve been wounded and you need a comrade to pull you up? So what?”

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

“Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.”

“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”

I like men and women who don’t fit well in the dominant culture, or, as Álvaro de Campos calls them, strangers in this place as in every other, accidental in life as in the soul. I like outsiders, phantoms wandering the cobwebbed halls of the doomed castle where life must be lived.

“I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.”

While our thoughts are pale and shadowy in comparison with our sense impressions, in the case of ancient man it was the other way round. People then had less of a sense of physical objects. Objects were not as sharply defined and differentiated to them as they are to us. If you look at depiction of a tree on the walls of an ancient temple, you will see that the artist has not really looked to see how branches are joined to the trunk. In ancient times no one really looked at a tree in the way we do.

When the heart is pure, it reflects the whole universe.