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May 7, 2009

Buckminster Fuller

by Emma

You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.

May 7, 2009

by Emma

In the beginning, she found herself in a new and empty space, and all was white. Ther corners were a bit flaky, the carpet was a bit manky, but it was a good space. And she sat in the center and saw a clean, white sheet of void. She held the charm to her face, and reflected in the charm was a city of lost horizons and tall and towering stories. And just as it had been reflected in the charm, so it appeared in the void. And when there was no more room, she turned it over and continued on the other side. So the void was filled from corner to corner on both sides. A city on front and back. A city of light and shadow. Then she rested on her bed and dreamed of her creations. And the lives that inhabited it. and in the days that followed, there were other voids and other nights and other shadows. The charm she placed beneath the sign of the queen; to show the city that it would never be finished. Because the city was her life and her dream and it would live forever.

May 7, 2009

Tiptoeing into Fear

by Emma

 “The only moment of fear I have known is when you are meditating. With your will and your thought and your concentration you are trying to be one with the world, to see everything as a tapestry, as a web of life. Sometimes you feel that ‘I am thinking. I think therefore I am.’ And this ego scares me, this pride, this separateness, it scares me, because my Jain and Gandhian and Hindu and Indian holistic mind wants to melt with the world and not remain separate. Like a little pool of water separated from the lake, from the river or the ocean. So I want to break the boundaries. But moments come when the boundaries hold on to itself and I’m clinging to my separateness. That clinging to separateness scares me.”

This fear is a final defense mechanism of the ego itself, a resistance to it’s own submergence. In his heart of hearts, beyond that flickering illusion of fear, Satish is fearless.“I’m not afraid. Fear is not my friend and I don’t travel with fear. Fear is only because we don’t trust the universe mother. You come into this world naked, without any possessions, without any money or house or anything. The moment you take birth, mother’s milk bursts out of her breasts to feed you. Only three percent of creatures upon this earth are humans, ninety-seven percent of them are tigers, snakes, elephants, deer, worms, butterflies and millions of other species.

They will be fed, sheltered and everything will be looked after by the principle of the mother earth, and the universal law of the divine presence. And nobody is afraid out of those ninety-seven percent. Only humans are worried, afraid to stiffness. A little bit of fear like salt in the food is alright, but if you put too much salt in the food, food is inedible. “If you put too much fear in our lives, life is not worth living. So for the future, I have no fear. God, Mother Earth, the Mother Principle will look after everything. So for me trust is the guiding principle, and fear is not the guiding principle. I trust in God and I trust in people and I trust in nature and I trust in universe.”

 http://www.fiercelight.org/elegant-simplicity

May 7, 2009

by Emma

i am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
i am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
i want my own will, and i want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
i want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
i want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and i never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
i want to unfold.
i don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where i am folded, there i am a lie.
and i want my grasp of things
true before you. i want to describe myself
like a painting that i looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that i finally understood,
like the pitcher i use everyday,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.

– R. M. Rilke