People dangerous, there's all kinds . However, we refer to a particular specimen (which is sometimes to be yourself, even innocently!): that has it all clear . Let's be more specific ... If one examines his own life, surely will find sections in which it works: total, absolute and irrevocable sure things were perceived them as a , and yet, over time, noted (sometimes with clattering landslides) that was stunned, wrong, raved, looking angle one thing, denying another ... However ... Careful who dared to even suggest that our clarity was thick! It is normal: we are all fools. The problem, rather than error, is, as the I-Ching, persevere in error ; stubbornly, year after year ... We rarely realize how well we hurt those around us, and even ourselves (as a large scale, fundamentalists injure large groups of people!). 
Etymologically "fool" means "which is held in the not-knowing" : prefers to keep the illusion that if you know, and that others are wrong or do not understand. What is happening to us where we act? That avoid with all our strength, a feeling that terrifies us : the sinking into confusion , as if falling into an abyss. We prefer that false "be safe" to admit something that, indeed, involve a great deal of courage: "I'm confused ." In fact, "things were not clear," is often frowned upon socially. However, in order to arrive at an instance of true clarity on any matter, we need to train in the art of transit doubt, the non-certainty . Who dares to hold, in the penumbra, the question mark as a torch, is the pseudo-realities that clearly never would have allowed a glimpse. For all psychological reorganization to a more evolved state is preceded by a generating confusion : the chaos of all origins. Blessed be! 
The Transpersonal Psychology Buddhism takes the invitation to "cultivate an inquiring mind, self-questioning" lucidly rethink what we take for granted because the reality is changing, but sometimes prefer to think of it as something fixed, for fear of what undetermined. Yes, the reality (that of our inner world of the outside and that of others ...) is like a live butterfly , constantly flaring, the fundamentalist and rigid mind he wants to hunt, click on a carton, write your name down, and contemplate this: dead. When we stand in this attitude, what we really do is embalm our own spirit , we become closed and intolerant, boring, boring, unrelated to the most valuable of life: possibility transformation.
contemporary Colombian poet Juan Manuel Roca extraordinarily said:
LORD DOUBT
"More than faith, give me a suitcase full of doubts.
They are my bridge, my affluent, my waves.
Come to us the Kingdom of the unknown.
Keep in suspense my truths,
designed, dead and buried
in oblivion looms. Take me
by quicksand
give me bread to eat the loss,
to drink the water of silence.
No scams or trick:
I'm hurt and I am my orderly.
certainties Sean which snow palaces
to somebody beset with fire.
Lord of the doubt, if any,
hear the prayer of the unbeliever. "
Many thanks to the authors: Virginia Gawel & Eduardo Sosa, Directors Transpersonal Center of Buenos Aires , Blog sensitive thought.
0 comments:
Post a Comment