At certain times, salvation is nothing more than a distant echo of the music of yesteryear,
some intermittent timbre which remains in the background, almost completely swallowed up by the ambient noise.
Then, the sound of truth reminds us of a stranger whose locks evoke the hair of a woman once loved.
The reading of the space which welcomes the entire universe vibrates the few strings still attached to the wonky old harp in the back of the room of the heart.
Bodhicitta: God within us gently waiting until then.
At this tenacious string, an eyelid opens.
©FJ June 2024
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This was beautiful.
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Thank you very much for your reading…
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« Salvation » remains, for me, a word with too much baggage, burdened by evangelism.
Saved from what? Oneself? Then, to what?
Doctrines have defined this too narrowly and ineffectually, for me.
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That is precisely because it is thus loaded that is requires being refreshed.
Saved from one’ s entangled webs of misperceptions.
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Ah. How to know when one perceives what is…
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There is a space to investigate beyond doctrinal elements.
Like illusions are the support,/way to realization,
So doctrines, doctrinal confinement, can be one towards spiritual breakthrough
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