Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 28, 2013 10:21:48 GMT -6
Per Phantasm's idea, here is a little story, but I don't know where to put it.
Let It Be
I will always remember that morning when a great joy and a great sorrow arrived together in an almost comical scenario to give me a unique lesson in life. I was watching the morning sun make an absolute spectacle of itself on the horizon, as if the world was its stage and the clouds were a curtain that parted for a crescent moon that was reaching out as if to touch the morning star. The beauty filled my Heart with wonder and delight.
I was still feeling the emotional acceptance of Love until I looked down and felt the emotional resistance of fear. A scorpion, usually a hidden creature of the desert, was at my feet also enjoying the morning revelations. There side by side we sat, him and I, with my two polarities of Love and fear. When I looked to the heavens I felt compassion for the creature, yet when I looked to the earth I felt revulsion.
I remembered a Buddhist story of a monk who walked the compassionate Middle Way and saved a drowning scorpion who stung him for his trouble. So I picked up a broom and decided I would just sweep the little critter away. What was so amazing is that he just waited there in the open for me to gather my wits, gather my broom, and begin to sweep him down the street.
I knew my neighbor next door picked up her newspaper each morning and I could not stop there. So across the street we went, me and little "yellow fellow." I didn't know that neighbor very well, but she was older and frail and I could not stop there. So down we went one more yard where there was an empty house. I lifted the broom and discovered that in spite of my efforts to be compassionate, I had killed my little enemy-friend.
My fearful thoughts quickly gathered to justify my actions, but my Heart was sad for it knew I had killed a teacher. I had failed to realize that in trying to make a more safe and perfect world, I had destroyed part of the world. And with seven billion minds trying to create a more safe and perfect world, whose hatred and revulsion is aimed at much higher forms of life than insects, let us hope that there are at least some who walk the Middle Way, who accept both beauty and revulsion, and in the immortal words of the Beatles, "Let It Be."
Let It Be
I will always remember that morning when a great joy and a great sorrow arrived together in an almost comical scenario to give me a unique lesson in life. I was watching the morning sun make an absolute spectacle of itself on the horizon, as if the world was its stage and the clouds were a curtain that parted for a crescent moon that was reaching out as if to touch the morning star. The beauty filled my Heart with wonder and delight.
I was still feeling the emotional acceptance of Love until I looked down and felt the emotional resistance of fear. A scorpion, usually a hidden creature of the desert, was at my feet also enjoying the morning revelations. There side by side we sat, him and I, with my two polarities of Love and fear. When I looked to the heavens I felt compassion for the creature, yet when I looked to the earth I felt revulsion.
I remembered a Buddhist story of a monk who walked the compassionate Middle Way and saved a drowning scorpion who stung him for his trouble. So I picked up a broom and decided I would just sweep the little critter away. What was so amazing is that he just waited there in the open for me to gather my wits, gather my broom, and begin to sweep him down the street.
I knew my neighbor next door picked up her newspaper each morning and I could not stop there. So across the street we went, me and little "yellow fellow." I didn't know that neighbor very well, but she was older and frail and I could not stop there. So down we went one more yard where there was an empty house. I lifted the broom and discovered that in spite of my efforts to be compassionate, I had killed my little enemy-friend.
My fearful thoughts quickly gathered to justify my actions, but my Heart was sad for it knew I had killed a teacher. I had failed to realize that in trying to make a more safe and perfect world, I had destroyed part of the world. And with seven billion minds trying to create a more safe and perfect world, whose hatred and revulsion is aimed at much higher forms of life than insects, let us hope that there are at least some who walk the Middle Way, who accept both beauty and revulsion, and in the immortal words of the Beatles, "Let It Be."
