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Saturday, January 24, 2015

Genesis - The Waiting Room

Greg Haines — Submergence

I will be waiting here. Rumi

I will be waiting here. For your silence to break. For your soul to shake. For your love to wake.
— Rumi

One of...Rumi

"One of the marvels of the world:
The sight of a soul sitting in prison
with the key in its hand."

Rumi

Life is not a problem...

“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”

S. Kierkegaard

there's a place...

“There’s a place in the soul where you’ve never been wounded.” 

Meister Eckhart

Greg Haines — Nueblo Pueblo

inhabiting what we are ..suffering...

The best we can do, in other words, is inhabit what we are; and this is very different than the idea of of escaping our inner defilements by, as it were,inhibiting what we are, which is a quite different thing.

If Gurdjieff were to explain it, he might describe mindfulness not as rising above the defilements, but engaging with them; that is, we must come directly to grips with what we are, which may not lead to less pain and sufferingbut, in fact, more of it: which some (very) few Buddhists are in fact willing to come to grips with.

from:
http://zenyogagurdjieff.blogspot.de/

as mentioned before, i cannot agree with all views in tis blog as it tends to put Christianity
"high" on top of the ladder, at least as far as i understand it. i cannot do this. . but always interesting and strong  impulses for thinking..

Ólafur Arnalds - "Only the Wind" (Live for World Cafe)

in bed with flue since wednesday afternoon. i don't know how i could write today to a friend,

but i can steal this wonderful music. i heard it before, and it is lovely.



R.D.Laing...if the human race survives...

If the human race survives, future men will, I suspect, look back on our enlightened epoch as a veritable age of Darkness. They will presumably be able to savor the irony of the situation with more amusement than we can extract from it. The laugh's on us. They will see that what we call 'schizophrenia' was one of the forms in which, often through quite ordinary people, the light began to break through the cracks in our all-too-closed minds.
R.D. Laing, The Politics of Experience, p. 107


well,their laugh will be on me, certainly..."if you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?", T.S. Eliot..

i wish it would be more such as:
“To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.”  (T.S.Eliot)

but my life appears more in the shade of this:
“Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow” 

(T.S.Eliot)


remark: well, they say R.D. Laing, author of The Divided Self, also somebody dealing with family therapy, had not been much caring about his many children. and he suffered from episodic alcholism and depressions, his own words. he experimented privately with a lot of drugs. also he lost his licence as a medical practitioner.


David Cooper, from: Death of the Family

http://laingsociety.org/colloquia/shamanism/topography.htm

o i read it all, as a student and later.
don't tell me about dissection.
it has all been done.

but does that mean its death?
for me, that is not what it is about.
it is about new eyes, and about new eyes growing for another you love.
each time i see her, i see a new human being.
each time i see her, i see with new eyes.


even recently i re-read  parts of: The language of Madness,
curious as i was, stirring memories.

All this was en-lightening in some ways, fuelling one's own madness , sticking to the word and giving it an air of real passion for life.

Tools! very specific tools:no walking aid, mind you, you could easily trip over it.

you always have to walk on your own, through, out, here or there.