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The Wake of Past-times.

Perhaps, the greatest thing life’s got to offer is lessons. A pause to think, all things good and bad are constant. Its either one or the other; no middle ground. But, the lessons gleaned from each relies on how much one takes into consideration. Just the thought of it matters. There are people in this world, whose main aim is to muddy the waters of settled seas. One can imagine, why don’t they just take a swim, rinse off and feel the bliss of cooling off; why make the lives of others miserable? To this end, I have never gotten an answer.

A beautiful flower that blossoms on the side of the road face the wrath of decrepit passersby. You have to have a strong will to survive the waves of the current world; where friends are willing to buy you an expensive bottle of booze but hesitate when it comes to contributing to some good cause. One has seen people who feel so bad when they see others prosper. Shreds of sly hatred that poison the well of love.

It is said, to "look with the eyes of love", but it seems and sounds like a vague and sentimental recommendation, one not to heed; yet the whole art of relinquishing hate is summed in it, and exact and important results flow from this doing. The attitude which it involves is an attitude of complete humility and of receptiveness, without criticism, without putting too many thoughts into what is seen... The doors of perception are cleansed, and everything appears as it is. The disfiguring results of hate, rivalry, prejudice vanish away. Into that silent place to which recollection has brought you — new music, new color, new light is poured from the outward world. Feel the waves. All is fair in love and war.

And again, it seems silence is the beginning of peace. It is in silence that one learns that there is more to life than life seems to offer. There is beauty and truth and vision wider than the present and deeper than the past that only silence can discover. Receding into ourselves we see the whole world at war within us and begin to end the conflict. To understand ourselves, then, is to understand everyone else as well. Noise protects us from confronting ourselves, but silence speaks the language of the heart. One step at a time. No one one knows you better, than you do. 

I want to leave enough room in my heart
For the unexpected,
For the mistake that becomes knowing,
For knowing that becomes wonder,
For wonder that makes everything porous,
Allowing in and out
All available light...
 
So I will stay open
And companionably friendly,
With all that presses out from the heart
And comes in at a slant
And shimmers just below
The surface of things.
 ~ Carrie Newcomer in A PERMEABLE LIFE

Memoir #6

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