Tuesday

Awakening

I oftened wondered why I felt so much better after delving into the depths of pain, or sadness, or joy; crying out from the depths of my gut; getting dizzy from laughter; losing sight only to resurface and inhale deeper than I have in a long time...I have wondered about the purpose of "getting carried away" and why our culture shies from this. I wonder about the fear of this kind of primal expression.
Here is an excerpt from Siddhartha, by Hermann Hesse:
"As he slowly went on his way, his head was full of this thought. He reflected deeply, until this feeling completely overwhelmed him and he reached a point where he recognised causes; for to recognise causes, it seemed to him, is to think, and through thought alone feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature."

This paragraph went "click" in my head. I lose myself because i can see more clearly what it is I'm feeling; I find the truth of my state by crossing boundaries, trying tears on, and being real to myself. In that, then I can pull away with a greater sense of truth to/in/of myself. When we cut ourselves off from feeling our emotions, we deny ourselves the opportunity to reflect and mature to our own nature.

"May I be at peace; May my heart remain open; May I awaken to the light of my own true nature; May I be healed and may I be a source of healing for all beings"
Peace.

2 comments:

Mandy like a Madman said...

! HEAR ! ! HEAR ! peace to you my dear friend xox

Prairie Grown said...

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran is in my top three favorite books of all time. The collage of your story and photo is delight-full.