I think we do forget to be in the moment. We see the big picture as overwhelming forgetting that all the little pieces are what makes is special in the moment. I know I'm guilty of that a lot.
Joy Apr 28, 2025 at 11:22am In response to "The Prompt"
Absolutely! I agree with you. After a certain time in our lives, circumstances permitting, we can create ourselves. The problem, if there's a problem, lies with our paying far too much attention to what others may say. As you pointed out, mostly, external creation leads to self-creation.
Awesome response. The poem Wasteland poem was also written shortly after the ending of World War I and there were many areas that looked like wasteland so it's an effective reminder of what man is capable of doing. Also in earlier times when battles were more dependent on good weather typically April the troops would stir after their winter encampments and begin fighting again. Another sad reminder of man's creating wasteland and burials of the dead.
In Japan I saw very old trees. In the USA trees are not always valued for their "inner spirit" nor the joy they give others. One tree I saw in Takayama was 800+ years old. Americans cannot fathom that.
Not only do you summarize one of Chaplin's movies - City Lights (and I do believe the flower girl was blind) - but you manage to weave in Chaplin's life story and why 'The Tramp' was created in the first place.
He came from nothing and became such an icon, all while showing the world that you did not have to lose your humanity in the process.
Thanks for joining me in celebrating Charlie Chaplin's 136th birthday with your tribute!
In the middle of that narrow space of the heart- Sushumna remains the undecaying, all-knowing, omnifaced, great Fire, which flames on every side which enjoys the food presented before it, which remains assimilating the food consumed, the rays of which spread scattering themselves vertically and horizontally, and which warms the body from insole to the crown.
In the center of that Fire which permeates the whole body. There abides up in leaping tongue of Fire, of the color of shining gold, which is the topmost among the subtle, which is dazzling like the flash of the lightning that appears in the middle of a rainbow bearing cloud, which is as slender as the awn of a paddy grain; and which serves as a comparison to illustrate subtlety.
Paramatman dwells in the middle of that flame...
He is the Creator' Siva, Vishnu, Indra, the material and efficient Cause of the universe and the supreme Self-luminous pure Consciousness...
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