Stories

[Guest guest]

We watch the story projected on the screen . . .

.. . . the one in which events occur in linear fashion

.. . . and one thing causes the next.

In this story, we rise, we fall, we overcome, we evolve.

This is the story we can speak of but do not live.

 

But inside the projector, there's only a reel of film.

It contains the entire drama . . .

.. . . just billions of frames of pictures on a long plastic strip.

The first frame didn't cause the second or the third or the last,

And the last could just as easily be first, if only the film were

wound in the reverse direction.

Here inside the projector is the story we live but cannot speak of.

 

We can speak of concepts.

We can speak of experiencing.

We can speak of doing.

 

We cannot speak of knowing.

We cannot speak of witnessing.

We cannot speak of being.

 

We cannot speak at all.

But we do . . .

But only of paradoxes that words cannot convey.

 

Oh Bhagavan . . . please . . .

.. . . no more stories

.. . . no more analogies I write but can't understand

.. . . no more words that have already been spoken.

 

Just teach me to love.

Just teach me to love.

Just teach me to love.

 

Love,

David

[Guest guest]

Thanks for your beautiful sharings David.

It is an honor to have you here.

Love,

Harsha

holmes_dc wrote:

We watch the story projected on the screen . . .

.. . . the one in which events occur in linear fashion

.. . . and one thing causes the next.

In this story, we rise, we fall, we overcome, we evolve.

This is the story we can speak of but do not live.

But inside the projector, there's only a reel of film.

It contains the entire drama . . .

.. . . just billions of frames of pictures on a long plastic strip.

The first frame didn't cause the second or the third or the last,

And the last could just as easily be first, if only the film were

wound in the reverse direction.

Here inside the projector is the story we live but cannot speak of.

We can speak of concepts.

We can speak of experiencing.

We can speak of doing.

We cannot speak of knowing.

We cannot speak of witnessing.

We cannot speak of being.

We cannot speak at all.

But we do . . .

But only of paradoxes that words cannot convey.

Oh Bhagavan . . . please . . .

.. . . no more stories

.. . . no more analogies I write but can't understand

.. . . no more words that have already been spoken.

Just teach me to love.

Just teach me to love.

Just teach me to love.

Love,

David

[Guest guest]

Harsha, you are so kind. Every word you write is for the benefit of

others. You are the embodiment of Friendship. You take nothing for

yourself. You dance gently in our hearts and leave no footprints

but so much joy.

 

I am so honored and grateful that you and the rest of the Sangha

have come into my life. It is humbling and uplifting to be in

your presence.

 

Love,

David

 

, Harsha wrote:

> Thanks for your beautiful sharings David.

>

> It is an honor to have you here.

>

> Love,

> Harsha