“”May I be the doctor and the medicine
And may I be the nurse
For all sick beings in the world
Until everyone is healed.
May a rain of food and drink descend
To clear away the pain of thirst and hunger
And during the aeon of famine
May I myself change into food and drink.
May I become an inexhaustible treasure
For those who are poor and destitute;
May I turn into all things they could need
And may these be placed close beside them.
Shantideva, A Guide to the Bodhisattva’s Way of Life
(from Alex Grey’s Sacred Mirrors)
The beauty of the above needs no additional comment. Just some time to sink in and wear it.
This past few days a combination of sinus hassles, astrological aspects of which I understand there are several going around, and general time of the season has made me more reflective and less outgoing than I usually am. I seem to be in what a friend of mine who did intuitive readings call a holding pattern but really means there’s more going on internally than externally. Amazing the feelings that have been coming out tho almost all directed internally or at wildly abstract forces. As long as I let them flow through I’ll be fine. Well, I’ll be fine anyway it will just be less painful if I ask myself “Who is it that is feeling this?” “Who is it that thinks these thoughts?” The witness always knows and answers with a silent smile. The shadow also knows…but he delights in not telling…
Blessings, G
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Cosmic Slalom by G A Rosenberg
Mmmm. Today I’m preparing for a reading I’m doing tonight. I was told once that when a writer reads their work, they listen to the inner reactions and responses of the audience with their third ear. I think of this whole process as the witness witnessing the witness. Wonderful image also.
Thank you. Yes, and it amazes me both how much easier and how much more difficult it becomes to slip into the witness 🙂
Indeed.