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Hearing The Song
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The illusions of separation are Ironically produced in and through relationships… To ideas to each other, to ecology, to time, to everything.
We are currently witnessing these illusions in meltdown. They are disintegrating, shattering, vaporizing in every direction.
There isn’t a single thing that can be said that is not going to be attacked or amplified… Or both.
Maybe this is what it takes.
Keeping human warmth through this is critical. — Nora Bateson
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Just as we open and heal the body by sensing its rhythms and touching it with a deep and kind attention, so we can open and heal other dimensions of our being. The heart and the feelings go through a similar process of healing through the offering of our attention to their rhythms, nature, and needs. Most often, opening the heart begins by opening to a lifetime’s accumulation of unacknowledged sorrow, both our personal sorrows and the universal sorrows of warfare, hunger, old age, illness, and death. At times we may experience this sorrow physically, as contractions and barriers around our heart, but more often we feel the depth of our wounds, our abandonment, our pain, as unshed tears. The Buddhists describe this as an ocean of human tears larger than the four great oceans. — Jack Kornfield
