This is about words that wake me up and fire my imagination. There will be some images that do the same. And it could change at anytime....and it wouldn't exist at all if my daughter hadn't encouraged me.
I have a tape of a Tibetan nun singing a mantra of compassion over and over for an hour, eight words over and over, and every line feels different, feels cared about, and experienced as she is singing. You never once have the sense that she is glancing down at her watch, thinking, “Jesus Christ, it’s only been fifteen minutes.” Forty five minutes later she is still singing each line distinctly, word by word, until the last word is sung.
Mostly things are not that way, that simple and pure, with so much focus given to each syllable of life as life sings itself. But that kind of attention is the prize. To be engrossed by something outside ourselves is a powerful antidote for the rational mind, the mind, that so frequently has it’s head up its own ass ~ seeing things in such a narrow and darkly narcissistic way that it presents a colo-rectal theology, offering hope to no one.