Guest guest Posted September 5, 2000 Report Share Posted September 5, 2000 Mace Mealer [mmealer] Tuesday, September 05, 2000 11:00 AM ; Bodhisangha ; Illuminata ; Cheraglibrary Choice Every word that we utter is released on to the winds of being. Every thought that we have is pressed into the pages of time for all eternity. What color will we paint the sky today? What scent will we spread on the autumn breeze? Will we press the dung of our discontent, or the flower of our compassion into the pages of our hearts today. This choice is the legacy of our greatest blessing, and the means of our darkest curse. Mace Have you not heard that sometimes the darkest curse turns out to be the greatest blessing? Beautiful flowers arise with the help of cow manure and lotuses bloom in muddy water. If we avert our eyes and hold our noses for a rush to pass judgment on the "dung of discontent" How will we be nourished by it? Love Harsha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 5, 2000 Report Share Posted September 5, 2000 Every word that we utter is released on to the winds of being. Every thought that we have is pressed into the pages of time for all eternity. What color will we paint the sky today? What scent will we spread on the autumn breeze? Will we press the dung of our discontent, or the flower of our compassion into the pages of our hearts today. This choice is the legacy of our greatest blessing, and the means of our darkest curse. Mace Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 5, 2000 Report Share Posted September 5, 2000 Harsha wrote: > Every word that we utter > is released on to the winds of being. > Every thought that we have > is pressed into the pages of time > for all eternity. > What color will we paint > the sky today? > What scent will we spread on > the autumn breeze? > Will we press the > dung of our discontent, > or the flower > of our compassion > into the pages > of our hearts today. > This choice is > the legacy of > our greatest blessing, > and the means of our > darkest curse. > > Mace > > Have you not heard > > that sometimes the darkest curse > > turns out to be the greatest blessing? Of course, hence the theme of the hinge point "Choice" > > > Beautiful flowers arise > > with the help of cow manure > > and lotuses bloom in muddy water. > > If we avert our eyes > > and hold our noses > > for a rush to pass judgment A rush to judgment can prove perilous indeed. I often suspect that such things arise from a negative predisposition, that can be hidden in our nature. A naf ,perhaps, that we must all, at one time or another, struggle with. > > > on the "dung of discontent" The "dung of our discontent" is an alliteration of " thought"," action" or "word" stemming from the above mentioned predisposition > > > How will we be nourished by it? We will, I suppose, continue to Chose what we "say" or " do", or even "understand", and as we do, we will continue to engage our creative force, bringing into reality the children of those choices. Mace > > > Love > Harsha > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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