The Cushion Desert

It is a great grace, at a moment in one’s journey, to understand that religions, practices and traditions, in their common external forms, do not offer meaning and do not carry the message of salvation, of appeasement.
As such, they do not offer sacredness.
They are a lexicon, a grammar, a corpus of texts held as a mirror,
The words, this syntax that they reflect, are a language offered to the movements of the soul.
To understand this, perhaps you have to cross the Cushion Desert.

Sitting alone, in the sandstorms of raw energy…
And then recognize in the grammars of traditions, the tools, to reflect, channel, know, revert the currents that flow through us and that we cross,

Traditions provide the tools for investigating reality and not reality on a plate.

He who understands a grammar treatise like a language, and does not leave it to put his soul on paper, will speak of a dry world, will make of his speech a moralizing ax,
and its existence a litany of rules and exceptions,

And reduce his heart to chapters, sounds, parts and paragraphs.

Franck – September 2023
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