The mountain's grace, beneath the fire's sheen,
Adorns the spirit, in a vibrant scene.
Though beauty shines, grasp not its fleeting hold,
For forms dissolve, as Bardo's truths unfold.
// By these, series of all embracing, deeply convulsive moments can take you by their full force mightily embracing earths of any kind, as this earth, and by that steep, and slightly slippery tunnel of all imaginable kindness of the being giving birth and being birthed away from the primordial ocean, of the mist, of the heaviest rock, of the ancient stone, by the oil, and blood, and water turned to wine, through birth after birth after birth after birth - in that exactly, is the ancient cradling.
"How lovely. Mur-murr," mur-murred the feral shadow cat, " It's eyes, oh see, are mineee. And I offered of them, same, to dogs, to lizards, to all the bees and all the fishes, all the birds and beasts. Mjaouw. I, emmm, could continue pur-pouring like this? Would you mind? I beeelieve its fineee."
// The light plays across its contours, creating illusions of exquisite, transient beauty – shimmering robes, jeweled ornaments, divine faces. These adornments are beautiful but clearly ephemeral, dissolving into pure light around the edges, echoing the illusory nature of forms in the Bardo.
Next up: Ti i Ja - Ich und Du
"All actual life is encounter" | "All actual life is a Shopenhauer."
"When you set out to find the human being, leave your categories at the door. Do not look for an essence to dissect or a quality to define. Instead, risk the fragile, holy act of meeting. For the human being does not reside in the solitary self, but lives in the trembling, living space that opens up between you and another. All real living is in this encounter."
"Alles wirkliche Leben ist Begegnung."
Martin Buber, I and Thou (Ich und Du), 1923