What to do when ships sink? When wind blows on the mountain and forms stagnation? When compromising fails in resolving conflict? You enter the perilous chapel. The family guides:
Changing yang in the third place means:
When tempers flare up in the family,
Too great severity brings remorse.
Good fortune nonetheless.
When woman and child dally and laugh,
It leads in the end to humiliation.
Perhaps the punishment is too severe. The punishment is more severe than I should have liked, however it was not my choice. The universe provides, shows the path and I accept, knowing the hardness. Meting out punishment is perhaps harder for the one with the whipping stick. I'm sure he knows this too.
So I enter with full awareness into the Chapel Perilous. Where even more bets are off and my trust in the universe, the unknown is the only thing that matters. It is the key. The third staircase. The voice of Intent, the rustling of the leaves pointing out the muddy path.
So enter, give way to all you have known - to all others have told you. Let not the judgment and ego and anger and resentment snap your leg in the trap. Dally not with the sweets and treats and sensual delights. For if you do, you will never leave the chapel alive - nor will you leave it unscathed. Everyone who enters is changed.
Why wait for death, when one has the power to change and burn today.
Wow! I've been reading your blog for a while, and usually I like it alot. But this one makes me doubt your wisdom. You seem to come across as a poetic sage, but somehow the wisdom is that of a seven year old?
What gives?
Harry in Iowa
Posted by: Harry | January 28, 2005 at 06:24 PM
Perhaps you are used to the invincibility and grab life by the balls wisdom I type of. Second guessing and vulnerability may not be that interesting, yet are part of a warrior’s path.
The decision process when you destroy something you and others cherish. Perhaps some regrets. Think of the bittersweet samurai, yet true to his path destroys something an "ordinary" man thinks impossible. The samurai is not an ordinary man.
You can intellectually know something, and later that knowing gains weight. Really KNOW what it means. The knowing and understanding is beyond intellect.
Perhaps the wisdom of children is purer than our afflicted adult minds. I will know only when I produce my own.
Posted by: poetvescent | January 29, 2005 at 09:58 AM