(quoting function is getting on top of me today. just can't set it right.)
your haiku corresponded so with something i had jotted down a couple of hours earlier:
The time is coming when a single carrot freshly perceived will trigger a revolution.
Supposedly by Paul Cezanne.
Very helpful what you wrote about the beliefs i have about my sister and my sister's beliefs about me. Yes, it is different now, as i am dropping these beliefs. I have no idea if there was any "treating the other injustly" on either side. But i can notice an ongoing disharmony. And i can let that be. No resistance there. Just checked again inwardly. It is so. There is peace after all. I feel very moved by that. Thank you so much. Wonder-full!The thing with thoughts is, that although there content is always concept, we react to them.
Oh, good.What is the difference between knowing and believing ?....[\quote]
Seems there is only a gradual difference. In our culture we say we know, when the probability of a belief seems to be very high. (Feeling some resistance to thinking about this. A fuzzyness.) Anyway, from where i find myself now, i would only use the word "Knowing" for that what i cannot express in words. When there is an opening, a SEEING, then knowing seems to happen. Just knowing without an object.
Does not knowing, leave you in awe of what comes into your perception ? Does it open up possibilities as yet not seen ? even the crap is amazing....[\quote]
That reminds me of something I saw in last winter. Not far from where i live there is a huge wide space, a parking lot, but often quite empty. I like to walk across it because i can see more of the sky there. At that time, it had snowed a few days earlier but they had cleared the place of snow for the cars. Now everywhere there were these heaps of greyish snow mixed with grit and dirt. We don't associate beauty with that, do we? On that day the temperatures were above zero, so the snow was melting. I can't remember why i did this, but i stopped and stooped and looked very closely at one of these melting snow heaps. And what i saw was sheer beauty. It was as if i looked at a miniature world. The dripping, the giving in of structures, the small stones being exposed, the forming of rivers. Also the sounds of the melting process. it brought tears to my eyes and love to my heart. I loved this heap of snow and dirt. Stayed there for a long time.
Everything belongs.
love, Renate

