May 11, 2018 21:30
A practice of observation in the ever changing waters of the same stream.
The need to ponder the imponderable, to consider impermanence; traversing the fragments of Heraclitus, which like rooms in a single yet infinite house, immerse us in doubt rather than certainty.
Doubt, which becomes a possible vehicle along the “impossible” path of understanding.
The unity of opposites, foundation of becoming, the law of the universe; Nothing is. All is one one is all.
How to prepare for the unexpected, the extraordinary?
How to prepare for the everyday, for normality?
How the daily practice of living reveals itself an important field for posing questions, for becoming.
To live the daily routine as novelty, with freshness, modified and modifiable.
The simplest gestures, performed, observed, practiced and practiced again.
They do not step into the same rivers.
It is other and still other waters that are flowing.
You cannot step twice into the same river, for other waters
and yet others go ever flowing on. They go forward and back
Time is an infant moving counters in a game;
the royal power is a child’s.
It throws apart and then brings together again; it advances and retires.
Man is not rational, there is intelligence only
in what encompasses him.
The way up and the way down are one and the same.
Into the same rivers we step and do not step.
We exist and we do not exist.
I have searched myself.
Nature loves to hide itself.
If you do not hope, you will not win that which is not hoped for since it is unattainable and inaccessible.