No Sledgehammers – Only Flow
IF one is to take on a system, any system…especially a system that is as old as “thinking” and “being”man itself, then one does not use sledgehammers.
This is a very difficult perspective for the masculine view-point. Especially the masculine view-point as we have taught to understand it. Wars, those most useless and self-defeating of human end-evers are an extreme example of that view.
So the soft feminine approach then? Well, the MIGHTY Colorado river did carve the grand canyon.
And the wind, the wind…the softest before ether….look at what it has wrought….
Funny, all my sledge-hammering instincts are wanting to fly through my fingers as I am typing this….tear it down, tear it down…all this wind and water stuff, too slow, too slow…
But that is how it is.
All great things, good or bad, take time and softness to build and to tear down.
And we, so deluded have we been of our own greatness, cannot even imagine that far greater things, of immensely greater grandeur and power and force are with-in us.
And those are what we have to shape, with our own wind and water. Which flow and flow, incessantly…
Breathe in…breathe out…breathe in….breathe out…change…
Weathering away at our own, inner magnificence.
Where and how then to direct these magnificent Ganges and Colorados’ and Niles’ that flow with-in us?
And the Coriolis winds that spiral through our nostrils and our lungs, mixing with the river of blood to reach every living cell….every micro-second…change change….
This is not the playground of sledgehammers ….
This is the playground of subtlety…
The good thing is, like a Zen monk’s moment of Satori, first it happens slowly and then it happens all at once…