Thorns, Veil and God.
In a strange and beautiful land of India I aimed my zoom lens at a sweet little dwelling in a field. But what my honest lens captured clearly instead are thorns that protect it and an old tired cloth spread over them. Thumb over trash icon, I paused... lassoed into that ripped window...
Human mind is like that. Made of cloth and thorns - meant to protect us, but, if left to grow - obstructing the view completely. Yet, that little dwelling - our true aim and desire - is also our mind. And the one who wants to capture it and keeps trying? That's us too.
Some have or acquire better lens, some better skill, others keep bushwacking ...
And there are those who say “screw it” to the perfect capture and just see the beauty in what they got: cloth, thorns, blurry aim and the Spirit that keeps trying. Perfectly imperfect picture.
Result? They make no enemy with their own mind. They accept and love their own thorns, and, over time, it becomes easy to accept and love the same in others. Like Mother, looking upon her baby try, make a mess, fall, rise, tumble and cry again - she loves it all the same, and will keep raising the bar to see it grow stronger. Those unruly tantriks...
How many are aware of such totality? How many see beauty so completely? How different would this world be if such seeing was the norm?
It may take years of practice, but training to see those we set our eyes on this way - their strengths, their weakness, their good, bad & the ugly, AND THROUGH IT ALL TO SEE THEM AS BEAUTIFUL, their Spirit trying - is worth the sweat and tears, to me.
What if we speak to Spirit in every human being? I see yours, and you see mine. True meaning of NAMASTE. What if...
Not here to prove anything to anybody. And no one needs to understand me. I only need to understand myself. In the end, it's all about Me (=You?), my (=your?) Self, and God. This page is only a sharing of little moments of connection, for your reading pleasure if you wish.