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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 672315" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I agree with that but I think the meaning of the hurt of it might be to learn which part of our experiences is us. I wish better words would come. I mean to say that: When we are blasted right out of our socks by unbelievable things we cannot encompass, we grow to envelope and encompass and the entity doing the encompassing is us, is who we are, is that part of us that can come present when distractions recede.</p><p></p><p>Okay.</p><p></p><p>So I used more words, but I still don't know whether those were helpful words, or just more words.</p><p></p><p>It's like...it's getting very roomy in here, now that it is quiet. It does seem that suffering is a choice determined by our thinking. It does seem that we cannot know anything about anything, at all.</p><p></p><p>So we just show up.</p><p></p><p>Okay.</p><p></p><p>So, that's more words.</p><p></p><p>When I am suffering, I know only that I suffer.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Maybe I am being contrary this morning, Leafy. But you know what imagery came for me from your words? The hushed time between leaving the cocoon and the wings becoming dry and serviceable and breathtakingly perfect. </p><p>A time of hushed silence, the butterfly dazzled, maybe. (Or the dragonfly, which is somehow my imagery, darting and flashing iridescent to the butterfly's graceful, fluttering ascent.) </p><p></p><p>Like the quiet between words or the space between stars, that time between times.</p><p></p><p>Hushed, and expectant.</p><p></p><p>I imagine that is what it would be like, for the butterfly, or the dragon fly, in between times. Did you know Leafy that the dragonfly lives under the water for a number of years in the form of something that looks like a spider? When it is time, the spidery looking thing crawls out of the water, its skin drying and cracking a little more with each step until, hardly able to move now, the newt attaches to something. The wind dries the covering more and it breaks and the dragonfly pulls itself free.</p><p></p><p>And waits for the wind and sun to dry its wings.</p><p></p><p>And before all of that happens? The mosquitoes the dragonfly feeds on will have hatched, and will be numerous. And isn't that something, how complex everything really is. When I think about these things, I realize I know nothing, at all.</p><p></p><p>They say that is when we can see. Because we don't think we already know what we are looking at.</p><p></p><p>Okay.</p><p></p><p>So, that's more words.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 672315, member: 17461"] I agree with that but I think the meaning of the hurt of it might be to learn which part of our experiences is us. I wish better words would come. I mean to say that: When we are blasted right out of our socks by unbelievable things we cannot encompass, we grow to envelope and encompass and the entity doing the encompassing is us, is who we are, is that part of us that can come present when distractions recede. Okay. So I used more words, but I still don't know whether those were helpful words, or just more words. It's like...it's getting very roomy in here, now that it is quiet. It does seem that suffering is a choice determined by our thinking. It does seem that we cannot know anything about anything, at all. So we just show up. Okay. So, that's more words. When I am suffering, I know only that I suffer. Maybe I am being contrary this morning, Leafy. But you know what imagery came for me from your words? The hushed time between leaving the cocoon and the wings becoming dry and serviceable and breathtakingly perfect. A time of hushed silence, the butterfly dazzled, maybe. (Or the dragonfly, which is somehow my imagery, darting and flashing iridescent to the butterfly's graceful, fluttering ascent.) Like the quiet between words or the space between stars, that time between times. Hushed, and expectant. I imagine that is what it would be like, for the butterfly, or the dragon fly, in between times. Did you know Leafy that the dragonfly lives under the water for a number of years in the form of something that looks like a spider? When it is time, the spidery looking thing crawls out of the water, its skin drying and cracking a little more with each step until, hardly able to move now, the newt attaches to something. The wind dries the covering more and it breaks and the dragonfly pulls itself free. And waits for the wind and sun to dry its wings. And before all of that happens? The mosquitoes the dragonfly feeds on will have hatched, and will be numerous. And isn't that something, how complex everything really is. When I think about these things, I realize I know nothing, at all. They say that is when we can see. Because we don't think we already know what we are looking at. Okay. So, that's more words. :O) Cedar [/QUOTE]
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