If you want to work on your art, work on your life. –Chekhov
I am reading Autobiography of a Spiritually Incorrect Mystic, about Osho, in tadem with the Artist’s Way.
He isn’t a very good writer, but his message is clear and powerful.
This excerpt describes the way I feel about the ocean. I grew up in Florida, and from my birth until now, I have engaged in a constant love affair with the Atlantic.
Whenever you are in love with flowing things, moving things, you have a different vision of life. Modern man lives with asphalt roads, cement and concrete buildings. These are nouns, remember, these are not verbs. The skyscrapers don’t go on growing; the road remains the same whether it is night or day, whether it is a full-moon night or a night absolutely dark. It doesn’t matter to the asphalt road, it does not matter to the cement and concrete buildings.
Man has created a world of nouns and he has become encaged in his own world. He has forgotten the world of the trees, the world of the rivers, the world of the mountains and the stars. There they don’t know of any nouns, they have not heard about nouns; they know only verbs. Everything is a process. God is not a thing but a process.
What flowing things are you in love with?
5 comments:
Your post reminds me of the Wordsworth poem: "The world is too much with us, late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. Little do we see in nature that is ours."
I feel that way so often.
LB- Who turned you on to OSHO with the chapter on his awakening? I think I know, ha,ha. I liked what you picked for us your very preceptive as to the average person's needs. I liked the chapter on when Osho entered nirvan but I think I have discovered a simpler much more pleasant way through love. Since all the mystics agree that nirvana is already present and we block it by continuing to have a illusory ego to seperate our selves from others, the job is only to die to our ego, die to the illusion of self. But our ego doesn't want to go along with dying to self. So my theory is to make myself want to die to self through love. Durning sex the love can be so intense that we want to merge with our lover i.e.gladly die for unity rather than being afraid to lose self. Sooo if we learn to love others intensely, hopefully one day love will burn so hot that the ego will gladly die to be one with the beloved. Some days its so intense in me that I cry, "kill me", "take me" and hopefully some day it will. Good stuff Little Bird your a lady after my own heart!!!!B.
I'm in love with the Pacific, Lake Tahoe, the Truckee River, the Hudson River, and tumbling tumbleweeds.
(I didn't realize you were raised in FL, I thought Canada!)
Glaciers. Flowing verrrry slowly and carving away at things that seem unmovable.
you've inspired a poem!
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