Love's calligraphy on this liittle pond down below

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Hi everyone,

 

Tony wrote to me on the Sacred Kundalini group:

> Namaste Wim,

> Do yourself a favour and stop writing to me,.

<snips>

> there are two things I hold to.

> 1. Ramana's 'Who am I?', and

> 2. the fact that this never happened at all.

> You may wish to attribute some reality to it all but I cannot.

> Sorry....ONS....Tony.

 

I want to say something very special about Tony and myself. Without a

doubt the two of us are exemplary beings struggling with the dynamics of

unbodied communication. Without the medium of email and the

correspondence between the two of us would indeed never have happened at

all, let alone have lasted as long as it did, some three years or so. It

says something significant about the characteristics of e-communication,

mis-communication and ex-communication. No matter what, these three

words do share one substratum of reality: 'communication'.

 

I find it sad that we will stop writing to each other, but at this point

it is the honourable thing to do. But even when we don't write, we do

communicate... as we are all relative... that is the universal law. We

cannot even help it, Tony can't, I can't..., we can stop writing, we

cannot stop relating.

 

I am looking out the window here and see individual raindrops touching

the surface of the little pond down below, forming so many interference

ripples, weaving those expanding patterns of love's circle dance.

Long after each drop has surrendered itself to the shared anonymity of

this little pond of water, the calligraphy of those two big words,

'universal love' is still graphing itself on the small pond's surface.

 

I want to say a bit about why I kept writing to Tony the way I did,

altogether knowing well that I was not harming him, or as Tony says:

"....this never happened at all."

 

I am like a stubborn farmer, Tony is like a stubborn donkey. When I push

the donkey, the donkey pushes back. When I pull the donkey the donkey

pulls back. When I leave the donkey alone the donkey is not going

anywhere. From the donkey's perspective all of this is of course the

other way around.

In the end, it all evens out, but did nothing really happen at all? Is

it that what Tony means?

 

Some of Tony's last words to me were:

> However there are two things I hold to.

> 1. Ramana's 'Who am I?', and

> 2. the fact that this never happened at all.

 

Who am I?

Tony, when you happen upon the answer, will you tell me?

 

Lovingly remaining until that happens, Wim