Moj čas na zemlji me je pripeljal do prepričanja v dva močna orodji, ki izkušnjo spreminjata v ljubezen: držanje in poslušanje. Vsakič, ko sem se držala ali bila držana, vsakič, ko sem poslušala ali so me poslušali, izkušnja gori kot drva v tem večnem ognju in jaz se znajdem v prisotnosti ljubezni. Vedno je bilo tako. Razmislite o teh dveh starih prepričanjih, ki nosita modrost in izziv držanja in poslušanja.
Prvo je starodavno prepričanje, da lahko s prislonjenjem školjke k ušesu slišimo ocean. Zdi se, da to vedno deluje. Preučevanje medicine je pokazalo, da ko prislonite to školjko k ušesu, dejansko slišite svoje lastno utripanje, ocean svoje krvi, ki se vam predvaja. Vendar to dejstvo ne zmanjšuje te skrivnosti. Le še poveča. Držanje školjke k ušesu nas namreč uči, kako slišati Celoto skozi delček in kako najti Vesolje v sebi. Uči nas, da ko si upamo prisloniti drugo bitje, kot školjko, k ušesu, slišimo tako skrivnost vsega življenja kot ocean svoje lastne krvi.
Neverjetno je, da ima vsako bitje v sebi kodirano zgodbo vesolja. Vsaka duša je lupina, ki jo oblikujejo tokovi globin. Tudi fizično je notranje uho – ta občutljiv vir ravnovesja – oblikovano kot školjka. In tako nam bo vse, kar primemo in poslušamo, pokazalo, kje živi v svetu in v nas.
To nas pripelje do drugega prepričanja: ljudskega izročila, da če si konj zlomi nogo, ga je treba uspavati. Ugotovil sem, da to ni res. Oh, res je, da se to dogaja. Rejci streljajo konje z zlomljenimi nogami, kot da se ne da nič storiti. Zdaj pa vem, da to počnejo zase, ker ne želijo skrbeti za konja, ki ne more teči.
Na ta način prestrašeni in sebični ljudje prekinejo stik s tistimi, ki so zlomljeni, saj se ne želijo stikati s prijateljem, ki ne more najti jutrišnjega dne, ne želijo biti obremenjeni z nekom, ki jih bo upočasnil, ne želijo se soočiti s tem, kar je zlomljeno v njih samih. V tem leži izziv sočutja. Kajti ko si drznemo držati tiste, ki so prisiljeni k tlom, si drznemo, da jih objamemo blizu, resnica o objemanju in poslušanju zapoje in nas ponese v modrost zlomljenih kosti in kako se stvari celijo.
To so tihi pogumi, ki jih vsi potrebujemo. Pogum, da čakamo in opazujemo z vsem, kar smo. Pogum, da priznamo, da nismo sami. Pogum, da drug drugega držimo na ušesu svojega srca. In pogum, da skrbimo za stvari, ki so zlomljene.
Vadnica za te pogumne dejanja so vedno majhne stvari, ki so pri roki. Nekako se s prakso početja majhnih stvari z veliko ljubeznijo, kot pravi mati Tereza, naučimo biti pogumni. V resnici je delo ljubezni popolna skrb za majhne stvari. Takšna skrb odpira skrivnost. Z velikodušnostjo naše najmanjše pozornosti vstopimo v ocean ljubezni, ki nas vse nosi.
Preprosto in globoko povedano, delo ljubezni je ljubiti. Kajti v tem dejanju Vesolje oživi. Takšna živost je prostor, ki se odpre med nama, kot pravi Martin Buber, ko se dva priklonita in se dotakneta na pristen način.
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This made me happy, which has been rare recently. Thanks for sharing and writing this. -Marc
The Pilgrim and the Poustinik - a very short story
The pilgrim had been traveling for many days, through many moons. He had seen much during his journey, learned many things, but still had not found what his heart was searching for.
Finally, while walking at night in a dark wood where only small, barely visible animal paths guided him, he saw a dim glow in the distance. As he got closer he realized the light came from a small dwelling, a shack which seemed to glow itself? He approached the poustinia with both great anticipation and great fear.
Now at the door he could make out the form of an old hermit, a poustinik. “Ah pilgrim, I have been waiting for you, welcome.” “Sir, who are you?” asked the pilgrim. “Who I am does not matter, but I have your answer.”
The pilgrim was puzzled but mysteriously hopeful. He had not even posed the question on his heart, he had only asked “Who are you?” “Come, tell me of your travels, what have you seen and learned?” The poustinik seemed genuinely interested to hear the pilgrim’s story?
The pilgrim seemed to sense that the poustinik already knew all about his journey, that he had somehow seen it all? So, his reply was short but to the point of his heart. “I have traveled many miles through many countries and towns, yet I still have not found the answer. Sir, can you tell me, what is the meaning of life?”
“I will tell you pilgrim what your heart already knows, and has known since your birth. Love (God) and enjoy (Them) forever.” A great pause followed . . .
The pilgrim knew immediately that this was indeed The Answer to his question, to all questions. He pondered the depth and the love for what seemed like hours?!
“But how do I do this Sir? What does this life look like?”
“For each one emanating from Divine LOVE Themselves it will look different yet the same. We all love (God) by loving what They have created. In serving and caring for all Creation; earth, plants, animals, humans, we are returning the great LOVE we have received. So, you see though it will look different for each of us, it is the same.”
The pilgrim bowed his head, gave thanks, and left the way he had come, but transformed with peace and contentment in his heart.
}:- ♥️ a.m.
Hoofnote: This story, this dream vision came to me just before I awoke this morning. I share it in gratitude. ♥️🙏🏼
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