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Monthly Archives: May 2013

The psychological rule says that when an inner situation is not made conscious, it happens outside, as fate.

That is to say, when the individual remains undivided and does not become conscious of his inner opposite, the world must perforce act out the conflict and be torn into opposing halves.
– Jung

 

 

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An old Chinese adage says, “For one who watches a person through a narrow crack, the person he sees becomes narrow.”

In other words, by watching with a narrow view, one cannot obtain to the authentic reality.

Or, taken even further:

When one heeds not the whole, the Open, the being or beings one attempts to see become narrowed, limited, concealed, by the very looking that assumed it could see. And if one is unaware of all this, how can what one sees, the judgment one feels they have a right to, be taken seriously? If one simply assumes, and doesn’t take the time to question and look into what “seeing” is or how it comes to be, how can what one thinks they see be taken as real?

Spirit of the Gorge

 

“Awake.

Shake dreams from your hair

my pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

the day’s divinity

First thing you see.”

– Jim (ghost song)

 

Choose the season and choose the sign of your season

The season’s divinity…

 

O Divine Gorges,

Let me reside within and beside you

 

O my chosen one your steep sharp rocks

And cool gurgling streams

Glistening with renewing beauty

Breathe life into my wearied

With waiting self

 

Long does it seem since

Our spirits have been free

To touch and taste each other

To dance and sing in silence

 

The passed revolutions of the seasons

Mingle into one long winter

And I must cast off these

Dreary disheartening shackles

 

O Divine One,

You are the sign of the season

The season’s divinity

First and last thing I wish to see

 

Your jagged surface shall toughen me

Your heights and depths shall balance me

Your cool clear waters shall refresh me

Your gorgeous spirit shall re-awaken me

 

Let me learn to dance on the tips

Of your rocky fingers

 

Let me learn to scale the jagged

Steeps of your back

 

Let me learn to balance across

The fallen strands of your hair

 

Let me learn from you the patience of one

Who is always in love…

 

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