Your last entry, "another death," it reminded me of how when there is a death of any kind it forms a crack, a space in our soul. And that brought to mind my favorite verse from Leonard Cohen's "Anthem."
Ring the bells that still can ring/Forget your perfect offering/There is a crack in everything/That's how the Light gets in.
Yes, I steady myself on those words whenever I'm peering into the ego's horribly merciless little mirror and all of the cracks are gaping back at me like mortal wounds.
But that little Cohen verse is more than just an anodyne, it reflects Truth. The greatest cracks that form on our hearts (or minds or whatever word we use to attempt to capture our essential self) are little doorways that invite us to love this world more and to be loved more.
I'm someone who has read your blog for a while. I've always stayed out of it--just prayed for you when you seemed to have gotten a bit stuck in your shadow.
But your shadow felt like a sink hole last Tuesday. So I spoke. I imagine that I wanted to be your cyber fairy godmother.
Mercy makes us human, I have faith that we survive by tenderness.
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Oh, I'm so happy for you. So happy.
Your last entry, "another death," it reminded me of how when there is a death of any kind it forms a crack, a space in our soul. And that brought to mind my favorite verse from Leonard Cohen's "Anthem."
Ring the bells that still can ring/Forget your perfect offering/There is a crack in everything/That's how the Light gets in.
Mm, I like that.
Your comments are insightful. May I ask who you are?
Yes, I steady myself on those words whenever I'm peering into the ego's horribly merciless little mirror and all of the cracks are gaping back at me like mortal wounds.
But that little Cohen verse is more than just an anodyne, it reflects Truth. The greatest cracks that form on our hearts (or minds or whatever word we use to attempt to capture our essential self) are little doorways that invite us to love this world more and to be loved more.
I'm someone who has read your blog for a while. I've always stayed out of it--just prayed for you when you seemed to have gotten a bit stuck in your shadow.
But your shadow felt like a sink hole last Tuesday. So I spoke. I imagine that I wanted to be your cyber fairy godmother.
Mercy makes us human, I have faith that we survive by tenderness.
I hope that this is ok.
You are too beautiful to be sad for long, my love.
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