Comments on: The Undoing. http://khandroma.com/the-undoing?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-undoing Wed, 30 Jun 2010 00:16:49 +0000 hourly 1 By: Khandroma http://khandroma.com/the-undoing/comment-page-1#comment-38 Khandroma Fri, 13 Nov 2009 20:18:36 +0000 http://khandroma.com/the-undoing#comment-38 I cherish you, my darling friend. Together we sing the praises of the Goddess and call down hailstorms from the Heavens to cleanse our body-temples. All this Transformation is meant for rejoicing. Yes, you <em>are</em> that. And I am. SO HUM. And we twirl and pray and let the delight sing from our pores! I cherish you, my darling friend. Together we sing the praises of the Goddess and call down hailstorms from the Heavens to cleanse our body-temples. All this Transformation is meant for rejoicing. Yes, you are that. And I am. SO HUM. And we twirl and pray and let the delight sing from our pores!

]]> By: Khandroma http://khandroma.com/the-undoing/comment-page-1#comment-37 Khandroma Fri, 13 Nov 2009 19:25:31 +0000 http://khandroma.com/the-undoing#comment-37 I am growing and growing day by day? Really! Oh blessed dance of moth to flame. Oh sacred journey, fountain of pain, prayers lit on fire and floating up to Heaven. Thank you, Dreamwalker, for mirroring. Thank you for Being. And I kiss the sky, before plunging back into the crucible. I am growing and growing day by day? Really! Oh blessed dance of moth to flame. Oh sacred journey, fountain of pain, prayers lit on fire and floating up to Heaven. Thank you, Dreamwalker, for mirroring. Thank you for Being. And I kiss the sky, before plunging back into the crucible.

]]> By: Cait http://khandroma.com/the-undoing/comment-page-1#comment-36 Cait Fri, 13 Nov 2009 07:19:15 +0000 http://khandroma.com/the-undoing#comment-36 Hallelujah. Glory Goddess. SO HUM. Hallelujah.
Glory Goddess.
SO HUM.

]]> By: Dreamwalker http://khandroma.com/the-undoing/comment-page-1#comment-35 Dreamwalker Fri, 13 Nov 2009 06:59:04 +0000 http://khandroma.com/the-undoing#comment-35 <p>And into the fiery crucible she was thrust, bending, screaming, melting. Molecular bonds weakening, lattice structure crumbling, exposing her amorphous and yielding nature as she was melting. Flowing. Glowing.</p> <p><i>Glowing.</i></p> <p>Is distance an illusion? Perhaps. Is pain an illusion? Maybe. But who has time with the existential when your very existence is stomped on and ground into dust? Does it matter which direction you turn if you can’t turn? Does it matter if the falling tree makes a sound when nobody is around to hear it, because it will still hit the ground? </p> <p><i>Before I was enlightened, a mountain was just a mountain. When I was enlightened, a mountain wasn't a mountain anymore. After I was enlightened, a mountain's just a mountain again.</i><br />–Zen adage</p> <p>Everything is relative. Everything is subjective. Even truth. Here is my truth: it is all about relevancy. Is the pain relevant? This is not a dull headache or a stubbed toe; this is life-impacting and consciousness-altering, so, yes, it is relevant. It is relevant on a deep level for you.</p> <p>It is an earthquake that is shaking loose your roots in the past, in what was, in what is. It is what it is. Nope. It isn’t. It’s new. It’s different. The undoing is the becoming, the undoing is the leaving behind, the undoing is getting on the wrong train and not knowing where you will wind up.</p> <p>Did the marble block suffer while Michelangelo carved Venus de Milo out of it? I don’t know. Maybe. But it is still there, and he released immense beauty from it and few marble blocks are as admired. Would the marble block do it all over again if it got the chance? I think so.</p> <p>Pain is a pain. But by its very nature it is in the present. It can’t move backwards or forwards in time. And the human mind is notoriously bad about remembering pain. The pain is fleeting but the beauty it is birthing will stay with you forever.</p> <p>Your heart is growing bigger and warmer day by day, my dear Khandroma. You are growing more and more beautiful. The crucible is melting you and transforming you, and you are <i>glowing.</i></p> And into the fiery crucible she was thrust, bending, screaming, melting. Molecular bonds weakening, lattice structure crumbling, exposing her amorphous and yielding nature as she was melting. Flowing. Glowing.

Glowing.

Is distance an illusion? Perhaps. Is pain an illusion? Maybe. But who has time with the existential when your very existence is stomped on and ground into dust? Does it matter which direction you turn if you can’t turn? Does it matter if the falling tree makes a sound when nobody is around to hear it, because it will still hit the ground?

Before I was enlightened, a mountain was just a mountain. When I was enlightened, a mountain wasn’t a mountain anymore. After I was enlightened, a mountain’s just a mountain again.
–Zen adage

Everything is relative. Everything is subjective. Even truth. Here is my truth: it is all about relevancy. Is the pain relevant? This is not a dull headache or a stubbed toe; this is life-impacting and consciousness-altering, so, yes, it is relevant. It is relevant on a deep level for you.

It is an earthquake that is shaking loose your roots in the past, in what was, in what is. It is what it is. Nope. It isn’t. It’s new. It’s different. The undoing is the becoming, the undoing is the leaving behind, the undoing is getting on the wrong train and not knowing where you will wind up.

Did the marble block suffer while Michelangelo carved Venus de Milo out of it? I don’t know. Maybe. But it is still there, and he released immense beauty from it and few marble blocks are as admired. Would the marble block do it all over again if it got the chance? I think so.

Pain is a pain. But by its very nature it is in the present. It can’t move backwards or forwards in time. And the human mind is notoriously bad about remembering pain. The pain is fleeting but the beauty it is birthing will stay with you forever.

Your heart is growing bigger and warmer day by day, my dear Khandroma. You are growing more and more beautiful. The crucible is melting you and transforming you, and you are glowing.

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