Dear Wayfarers and fellow travelers, I am in need of help, your fine perspicacity, your thought-filled-feedback. ‘Tis Scorpio’s season, and in her required depth charge I have returned to questioning the why of it all yet once again. It is not a serene Yogic-place. It is swampy and stanky, filled with odors of discontent and fear. The only thing filling me with hope is that you have answers. Please weigh in, lighten my load, lead me onward, lest I eat another jar of jam. I do believe the world is in my heart, that we are the microcosm of the macrocosm. If that is so, why is the world so bloody -bloody? Why is it so very different than the core of my heart/your heart? Each time I form and re-form the question; “Who am I?” Do I do it from a different understanding and perspective? Is this why the answers refuse codifying, satisfaction or completion? If the power behind any Practice is its sankalpa, its intention, then why can’t my intention show up on the mat every day? Who is the masked bandit that whimps me out? Is the following idea-evil? ‘I am not what I desire to be, I want to be more.’ Desire is the creative pulse of life, therefore cannot be evil. Is it the idea that I am not complete, or enough, that I cannot be at one with self as I am? Is this a pathetic sin, or a big one? Are these the perceptions that blind? How do we inform our vision to perceive from heart, not from ego-mind? If questioning the truth provides no answers, but the questions themselves open toward Grace, why doesn’t Grace feel more satisfying? If ego is a sense of self in relation to the world, what is the sense of self in relation… Read more »
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