Ten of Water - Harmony
The experience of resting in the heart in meditation is not something that can be grasped or forced. It comes naturally, as we grow more and more in tune with the rhythms of our own inner silences. The figure on this card reflects the sweetness and delicacy of this experience. The dolphins that emerge from the heart and make an arc towards the third eye reflect the playfulness and intelligence that comes when we are able to connect with the heart and move into the world from there. Let yourself be softer and more receptive now, because an inexpressible joy is waiting for you just around the corner. Nobody else can point it out to you, and when you find it you won’t be able to find the words to express it to others. But it’s there, deep within your heart, ripe and ready to be discovered.
Listen to your heart, move according to your heart, whatsoever the stake: A condition of complete simplicity costing not less than everything To be simple is arduous,
because to be simple costs everything that you have. You have to lose all to be simple.That’s why people have chosen to be complex and they have forgotten how to be simple. But only a simple heart throbs with God, hand in hand. Only a simple heart sings with God in deep harmony. To reach to that point you will have to find your heart, your own throb, your own beat.
Osho Dang Dang Doko Dang Chapter 3
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
Knock knock knocking to adore.
I’d wrap a rhyme into a song obscured.
Singing vision, crooning ever-glow.
Like a breath of fresh air, ascending the shared tapestry of inner-most cores and care.
Intimacy the journey in repair. Words for paradigm mentioned to dimensional fare.
Fair and farther still. Adorable is ringing, outstanding still I await.
If I translated the falling of rain, the patter would still just be beats to a letter, affection in remain and again in the latter.
The simple resamples into a mystery until the complex begins to unravel.
To avail and travail, a surge emerges travelled within.
Profound in itself, a beacon in the light of another.
To drop the word, and pick up the spotlight.
A door creaks only momentarily keyed to groove.
To delight in your sunshine.
An evening to aid the odd ode in serenade.
Good evenings’ to remember, the dawn in the yawn, to dance instead.
The golden light in your magic hours in glimpse.
Knock knock adore | Adorable ringing