trustworthy
Sunday, 4. October 2009, 20:30:08
Thoughts and feelings, threads that pull the mind this way and that, so delicate and s fragile, are like kindling in the fire. The fibres of self that alight so easily flicker away in the flames of desire. I stand by and watch, watering can in hand, ready to pour and dampen out the flames knowing that they will die out naturally if I just stand and watch without adding any else to the fire but I don't trust myself to let it die out. Mesmerized and entraced by the bluish green flames Amida comes to me and says that I am worthy of trust. I, the object and recipient of grace, of love, of faith, and trust, am worthy and loved. And I, the active one in entrusting myself, my life, my love, my being is not reliable to let the flames of desire go.
WIDGETIZE