Saturday, October 1, 2016

TRUTH OF WHO WE ARE




A long time ago, 2009, Zenzi Zynzelay-Hussein Whitsett said, "We teach what we need to learn." To that a Whitney Moore responded with her thoughts. "You know, sometimes I think that simple fact is the greatest truth we could ever learn. Because inherent in that realization is recognition of the illusion of separation and limitless compassion."
That said and lived take into consideration the words Hafiz lived to have this insight. "Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, "You owe Me." Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky."
Love is the element most intelligent and overwhelming in its capacity to shed light, open doors and see into the complex worlds we find ourselves alive upon but not within because our consciousness thinks it believes Nature is one thing and our lives come from it. We are among the many and the mysterious not meant to be singular, but plural beings complex, simple, free and burdened by responsibilities as light as they are hard to bear, and irresistible.
In her life at this time she said of herself: "is thankful 2 be a free woman..." followed by the words of Horace, "Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero." This is Latin which in English means, Seize the day and place no trust in tomorrow. The Latin words fly into the face of modern man, who believes deeply in goals and planning. So much so that people's walks reflect a preoccupation in the future as if the present is a creature capable of only lingering and keeping a person away from what one wants to do next or way down the line. The walk makes people look funny with their necks sticking straight out ahead of their bodies and out of alignment like a walking Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Now, if we are unable to live in the present, the future and the past in a moment how are we connected to the deep mysteries if that mystery is unfamiliar to us? This rarely asked question says what most cannot respond to: the truth of who they are alive!


Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
5.29.15



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