My mother's donkeys [was RE: Who is this guy, Wim?]

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To my dear Horse Whisperer.

 

Once I asked my mother how she dealt with a wilful child. (I have five

brothers and one sister.)

 

Bending over to me and almost whispering, she confided:

 

"The way to deal with a difficult donkey is as follows.

First you pull the donkey and it will pull back,

then you push the donkey away and it will push back,

then you quietly turn your back to the donkey and you walk away in silence.

 

Lo and behold... the donkey follows you..."

 

She sat back and smiled...

 

Then, with a chuckle she added,

"It took me a few tries though, before I figured out, that it had to be done

in that order."

 

"Oh... and one donkey at a time" she added quickly.

 

Then she sat back, quietly reminiscing...

 

But then, with a start, she alerted me,

"Oh... but the most important thing..., "

and this reminded me of Orpheus and Euridice.

"Trust..., don't look back..."

 

Love you, my dear horse whisperer,

Wim.

 

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White Wolfe wrote:

>>>....i met a bodhisattva on the road and she didn't say anything....she

picked up her bag and headed further up the mountain....i'm still following

her....funny thing is that every time i try to pass her i end up stumbling

backwards a step or two to discover that she is also behind me to catch me

and make sure i don't fall too far....funnier still, when i look into the

mirror in the morning after waking from dream she is always looking right

back at me....funniest thing of all, she never says anything to me because

she is always listening and waiting for me to say the right thing....when i

do, she smiles and merely picks up her bag again and heads down-stairs,

makes breakfast, washes the dishes and then takes the dog for a walk in the

park....as i walk with her through throughout the day i find she is holding

my hand helping me to stop forgetting that i am always, no matter the

appearances of things, walking further up and further into the sacred

mountain.....after each successive 'enlightenment' the dirty dishes are

still there to teach us that always the journey begins again.....what does

my bodhisattva teach me, what do i hear myself telling her?.....humility is

infinite.....the ground of humility is love....all that is, exists between

these poles....this grand duality is reconciled by the compassion in the

sacred heart of the noble warrior.....i follow my beloved....my mirabai

teaches me, to paraphrase the motto written in her heart, our hearts are

carved out of eternal suffering by immortal love.....redemption is realized

as we discover that the goal is the journey....the lover and the beloved are

one.....as long as one creature suffers, i am and remain....<<<

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