by
miramaze
@ Tuesday, 30. Jan, 2007 - 00:38:56
Dragged myself home last night absolutely knackered. Aching limbs, exhausted to the point of tears , and yet happy. Three intensive days of BioPsychosynthesis with my favourite teacher, a doctor, psychiatrist , and also a shaman.
First drumming in the four directions, above and below and then three times round the circle. Powerful stuff. Then this poem by Kabir .
There's a moon in my body...
There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it!
A moon and a sun.
A drum never touched by hands, beating, and I can't hear it!
As long as a human being worries about when he will die,
and what he has that is his,
all of his works are zero.
When affection for the I-creature and what it owns is dead,
then the work of the Teacher is over.
The purpose of labour is to learn;
when you know it, the labour is over.
The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that
comes, the petal falls.
The musk is inside the deer, but the deer does not
look for it:
it wanders around looking for grass.
Kabir