The Infinity of Simplicity


The urge to write hasn’t appeared often in my life of late. Every now and again, though. A friend posted this image on Facebook with the observation, “love the simplicity of this!” Something in the image and that thought gave rise to these words.
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Within the Teacher Lies the Lesson

"When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful.' ~ Barbara Bloom

Within the Broken Lies the Beautiful

Within the broken lies beauty
Within the lost lies discovery
Within the weary lies resolve
Within the abandoned lies self-reliance
Within the battered lies strength
Within the suffering lies wisdom
Within the humiliated lies humility

And so it goes, on and on,
The teacher and the lesson.

When I originally posted this, the image — which I’d carelessly reposted — mistakenly attributed the quote on brokenness to Billie Mobayed. Apparently the quote originates with Barabara Bloom, an American installation artist (not the children’s book writer, as is sometimes reported). In 2008, Bloom received the Wynn Newhouse Award and in accepting she made this poignant statement.

False Self VS True Self

Ego VS Soul :: True Self VS Self

Is the conception of 'self' false?

A Facebook friend posted this image today and it jarred loose some thoughts.

False self…

It’s very popular to denigrate the ego, and we are often taught that only by annihilating it can we achieve enlightenment. But I think my spirit-guide would have me thank my ego. Without it, I would never have survived because, no matter how ultimately self-destructive our ego’s perceptions are, there is no part of us with a more powerful will to exist. At some points in all our lives, the ego is the only self we may know. It keeps us alive until we can learn about our other selves.

So the ego is a true aspect of self, though one whose value diminishes as we become more enlightened. As we move along that path, its influence weakens. But it is there for us when we are weak, when we are trying to discover ourselves, it helps us set boundaries when we need them, reminds us when we are failing to care for our physical selves. The ego is the well for our pain which we must dip into, time and again, in order to learn that emotional and spiritual pain is something we create in ourselves.
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Truth: Exiting the spiritual path.

The Truth: Next Exit

The Truth: Next Exit

Truth is a bit of a scary concept to me, and an even more disturbing quantity when wielded by the minds of any but the truly enlightened. Whenever I find myself speaking capitol “T” truths, it’s time to get off at the next exit, or at least find a rest stop.

I recognize certain Truths … we live, we die, we eat, we love, we speak in fancy wordy ways … but these are so fundamentally self-evident as to be the first steps of a spiritual path to self-awareness … the stillness begins with simply observing these most simple of truths — in ourselves at first, then in others.

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Uncomfortably numb ~ David Gilmour and I can’t put our finger on it

I’m going to tell you a story about someone who became a part of my life in a way few other people ever experience. Well, I wonder about that. I wonder how many other people go about their day-to-day lives only vaguely aware that there’s something unusual going on in their life, but just can’t put their finger on it.

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
~ David Gilmour
Comfortably Numb

That verse, from Pink Floyd‘s album, The Wall, rose into my awareness like blinking neon lights in center frame. A bit ironic, given the nature of its meaning. But it acknowledged a vague sense of mine. It seemed to me I was often catching a glimpse of something, out of the corner of my mind’s eye, but it would cloud itself in a misty withdrawal whenever my mind would turn to it. And I could go back to being comfortably numb. Or, rather, uncomfortably numb. Had it been comfortable, I wouldn’t be writing this now. This is a story about how I did put my finger on it, and how music and a book played a part in the journey.
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I envelop myself in words

I envelop myself in words

I envelop myself in words
In the dreams and visions they evoke
In the taste of them on my tongue
I tingle as they brush across my lips
Tremble as they form in my chest
A rumble larger than myself
While they wind a path through my mind
Illuminating this sensation, and that emotion
Recording all the world so that no moment must die

But these are only words
And for all they do for me
I would rather hold your gaze
Breathe you in
Feel your breath as you speak to me
In a lovers nonsense no words can convey
Enveloped in you, I am eternal, unbounded