How joyful for Spirit to see life force blossoming
How painful for ego to see chances for blossoming not realized
Spirit is the pond in which occasions are ripples
Ego identifies with ripples: up with success and down with failure
With large ripples, mind and words fail to express what is experienced
Spirit, knowing separation is illusionary, remains placid
Ego seeking contact and seeing its evasive nature, scrambles for comfort
To the extent we embody Zorba the Buddha, we live life:
express pond and ripples perfectly
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When so deeply involved with what this blog is about, this haiku of sorts seems unavoidable to express the world I live in.
This world behind high hopes and despair is only visible for those who can see beyond appearances. Who have the ability and take the time.
I see my involvement pressing this ability on me. My Zorba is reluctant, my Buddha is willing. We see this ego in action; being moulded by the ripples it creates.