Sadhus are the hipsters of the spiritual world
“The truth can take care of itself. You don’t have to approach the truth with eyes lowered and gaze averted on bended knee; that’s how you approach bullshit, but the truth is so powerful that you can kick the tires, turn over the engine, check the odometer, and nobody is offended. Truth is real. It can stand the test.”
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
Our trauma forces us to be hyper-aware of things that might otherwise go unnoticed. If cultivated, this awareness becomes our strength.
God is an infinite point between good and evil, an asymptote that exists across all dimensions of experience, at the inflection point between opposites. Or something like that.
Talent is good taste plus hard work
Everyone is receiving information on many levels and dimensions – mental, emotional, physical, energetic. Each person receives a unique set of information based on who they are. The more connections they are able to make between the different types of information, the more integrated their lives become, and the more capable they are in the world. An artist is someone who actively seeks to make connections between seemingly disparate elements to help other integrate themselves.