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@Sotere: Some lovely points you made. I’m with you on the barren state of a world without love, and with you on the all-pervading nature of love. Even a soul bound up inside itself, unable to care for the gorgeousness outside of themselves, even they are seeds, Sotere, even they are not barren. All it takes sometimes is light, a little light and the water will flow on its own, (as I type this you are speaking of imprisoned splendour, how synchronous). I am with you on the wealth of days, and the way to bank it being the way to spend it. This is one of the best posts I’ve ever been gifted with the sharing of, and I thank you for your simple and veracious words, Sotere, and wish you luck in your life of love (although totally don’t stalk your waitress).
I have always believed since I’m here on this earth as a conscious being, I want to be happy. I’ve had ups and downs of happiness, but generally I am a happy person. So much of happiness is being comfortable with whom I am, the essentials food and shelter and be surrounded by true friends/family. Sotère Torregian’s blog entry “The only reason there is for living is to love” adds a new element for me to think about. Yesterday two people wished me a happy Valentines Day, but I could not manage to reciprocate because of unresolved issues. When I first received the texts, I cringed, but as the day went by, my heart softened just enough to begin a process of forgiveness. I need to meditate on the idea of letting love flow through me to experience it fully.
@Kristen: re: flow-though: How interesting. Do you know, that’s what Frank Herbert’s gorgeous mantra on fear advises. This understanding in many ways has saved me.
Herbert, through the tongue of his fictional Bene Gesserit School, itself in its entirety a paen to his too-young-dead love:
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear… And when it is gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear is gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
The thing is, fear (and love) both just keep coming in life. If you try to block them out, you will drown. If you let them in and do not let them out again you will be torn to pieces and burst.
Thanks for your post.
random note of interest re: the pidgin html i use: the triangle brackets and many of the commands are similar to the old ‘macros’ that did these jobs once upon the grand old dame of advanced word processors, Gutenberg (used it on my apple2, sonny, cough cough shiver, and a fine typesetter it was – at least, it beat the 1920’s hot-lead-and-leather-washers unit i used to use at the Victoria Bindery)
After many years of living I have found that it is impossible to regret loving anyone. When I was younger, I would be seduced by the idea of retracing my steps, that I had chosen the wrong one to love and needed to begin again, which only leads to agony. But as Peter remarks: “love and fear just keep coming in life…” Love and the antithesis of love. This is powerful. Now I am still and both love and fear pass through me constantly.
Gratitude to Bhanu who directed me to this post on her blog. And to Peter. And to Sotere.
Tags: Consciousness, French Surrealism, Love, Poetry, Robert Browning, Valentine's Day, William Wordsworth
Posted in Uncategorized on Wednesday, February 10th, 2010 by Sotère Torregian.
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