#4842 - Wednesday, February 13,
2013 - Editor: Jerry Katz
An excerpt from
SCHOOL FOR LOVE
the sustaining consideration
What we see and hear gets into us, Suppose it becomes images and
imaginations. If we don't "suppose," if we tighten up on what we say, we cement
Images appear haphazardly in dreaming and in day-dreaming. Love is one of
these. A big fine word in the Occident, "love" is rather looked down upon in the
Orient as inferring individual overheating.
Suppose then we package images and imaginations. Can we release them? Can
we take what we see and hear fresh, undefined with surprising possibilities, as
if for the first time?
Of course. When we blink we relieve our eyes of image fixations. When we
leave our tongue up against our mouthroof imaginations are released. This stops
talk. It has been observed that throat muscles are talking subvocally much of
the time until we quiet them.
As eyes blink as we willingly release staring, and as tongue lifts, we
pause. This pause cleanses us of seeing strains and overtalk. If we continue
pausing, trouble lines begin to leave our face.
If you stop visual fixing and imagining and pass your palms slowly over
your face without touching it, you can suppose you are smoothing facial surfaces
and you will be, since we tend to become as we image and imagine.
This subject is taboo. No one investigates the finest known instrument in
universe, our own. We customarily overwork and overuse it, beat it up, wear it
out without ever once observing ourselves instrumentally.
Where are we going in our rush for machinery to have living more convenient
and to travel around the stars? We are going out and around. May there be
another inner travel? May who be more important than what? May this who be the
presence of love, not just the love we make and name but a brilliance including
and sustaining us?
To touch this brilliance fills our hands with buds and flowers.
Well, I have marked some white paper with black words. You have "read"
these words. On you go, on I go, but as we stop to consider whatever we are
doing and who is doing, we are rather magically in another world, as if in
opening our closed hands a new world appeared in them, as if a mother were
holding her newborn child, as if everything were quite all right.
This considering, any considering, I call love.
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