Here is the skull of a man: a man’s thoughts and emotions
Have moved under the thin bone vault like clouds
Under the blue one: love and desire and pain,
Thunderclouds of wrath and white gales of fear
Have hung inside here: and sometimes the curious desire of knowing
Values and purpose and the causes of things
Has coasted like a little observer airplane over the images
That filled his mind: it never discovered much,
And now all’s empty, a bone bubble, a blown-out egg-shell.
a curious phenomenon exists with “you must be so proud” of your children but never “you must feel like such a failure” and the truth is i am willing to accept neither. this does not mean there are not feelings of joy, relief, gratitude and happiness when their experience matches my internal gauge of pleasure … or feelings of tightness, sorrow, frustration, regret, and guilt when their experience matches my internal experience of pain … but in neither case do we find reality, as anything imbued with change is non-reality. deep within the seed of the heart a recognition sits, sending out its faint and intermittent signal, that our paths have crossed on this physical plane by some necessary act of grace or purpose. waiting for pleasurable experiences is like going to sleep and waiting for pleasant dreams. there are far too many rays of influence coming from infinite directions to remain limited to what the tiny mind perceives.
From the facebook page of Lakshmi Angie Norwood, Yoga Instructor and Spiritual Teacher http://angienorwoodyoga.com/