Wednesday, October 20, 2010

it is not this today but appreciated

D.H. Lawrence, his poem “Healing”:

I am not a mechanism, an assembly
of various sections.
And it is not because the mechanism
is working wrongly, that I am ill.
I am ill because of wounds to the
Soul, to the deep emotional self.
And the wounds to the Soul take a
long time, only time can help.
And patience, and a certain
difficult repentance, long
difficult repentance, realization
of life’s mistake, and the freeing of oneself
from the endless repetition of the mistake
which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify.

"At an emotional level one learns to operate in a way that filters out the extremes of depression and excitement. In summary, one acts to progressively remove all cognitive and emotional bias from one's experience. While these directives are given prominence in the Complete Fulfillment tradition, a related set of parameters occurs in the original teachings of Buddhism which recommends that we avoid being driven by the eight worldly aspirations; namely, loss and gain, pain and pleasure, fame and disrepute, praise and denigration." (Peter)

offered with love anyway,,,