Sometimes I don’t do what I’m told. Surprising, isn’t it. I find it interesting how much I can get out of my old posts to understand my thoughts and feelings. Poetry and dreams seem to be conduits for the subconscious mind if you look at it from just the right angle.
Oh well, time to get to work for a few hours.
Go-not knowing where.
Bring-not knowing what.
The path is long, the way unknown.
A monk asked Master Haryo “What is the way?”
Haryo said, “An open-eyed man falling into the well.”
“I don’t need protecting from myself”
But sometimes…it helps to have someone protect you from your inner
demons while you gather the strength to face them down yourself. When
you get right down to it, only you can defeat them…nobody can do it
for you. The best anyone else can do is offer to stand in between.
Interesting things runes. They tend to be fairly accurate…at least in hindsight. After all, the subconscious mind is very aware of what is going on around you…more than your conscious mind. Runes are a great way to tap the subconscious for advice.
The problem with the conscious mind is simple…it’s way too cluttered with randomness. The subconscious mind is more organized and and correlate and analyze things more accurately because of this. At least that’s my theory. But who am I to decide what’s right? I’ve got just as much clutter up here as anyone. Just ask my voices.
Or maybe don’t ask them…they’re fairly confusing right now.
Amazing how many different ways life is likened to a body of water. The constant flow, like time, uninterrupted. The thrill and fear of hitting the rapids and trying to navigate through them in one piece. I think it’s probably more accurate to compare the two like this: Life is like a river in their number of diversities.
Perhaps the play of life and emotion is subtle, too subtle. Oh, there are times of chaos and turmoil that can be likened to the dance of the flames in a raging inferno. The problem is the quiet times because that is when reality steps in to make itself known. All too often do we invent our own little worlds and expectations to fit within our ideals heedless of those around us. Perhaps it is the ideals that are the core of the problem that so often plagues us. How much better would the world be if we could just find a way to get rid of our ideals and learn to work within reality or even better, learn to fit our ideals withing reality so that they create a harmony. But perhaps such thinking is nothing more than a flighty ideal in itself…