Most
women who have done
something with their lives have
been disliked by almost
everyone.
Most
women who have done
something with their lives have
been disliked by almost
everyone.
When the workings
of the mind are stirred, a reflection
of a bow may be mistaken for a serpent,
a large rock in the underbrush may be seen
as a crouching lion; here is all killing energy.
When thoughts cease, even the violent can
become gentle, the ordinary can be
elegant; everywhere you see
true potential.
The body’s so
hard, such awful things inside it.
Expenditure and loss. Collateral and gift.
Yet inside the inside, stillness, if
you close your eyes.
We sense that
there is some sort of spirit
that loves birds and animals and the ants —
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you
in your mother’s womb. Is it logical you would be walking
around entirely orphaned now? The truth is you turned away
yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you
are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what
you once knew, and that’s why everything
you do has some weird
failure in it.
You
are the pure
awareness that illumines
consciousness and its infinite
content. Realize this and live
accordingly.