5 of Water – Clinging to the Past.

Five of Water : Clinging to the Past

The figure pictured in this card is so preoccupied with clutching her box of memories that she has turned her back on the sparkling champagne glass of blessings available here and now. Her nostalgia for the past really makes her a ‘blockhead’, and a beggar besides, as we can see from her patched and ragged clothes. She needn’t be a beggar, of course–but she is not available to taste the pleasures that offer themselves in the present. It’s time to face up to the fact that the past is gone, and any effort to repeat it is a sure way to stay stuck in old blueprints that you would have already outgrown if you hadn’t been so busy clinging to what you have already been through. Take a deep breath, put the box down, tie it up in a pretty ribbon if you must, and bid it a fond and reverent farewell. Life is passing you by, and you’re in danger of becoming an old fossil before your time!

Osho’s Teachings

These tenses–past, present and future–are not the tenses of time; they are tenses of the mind. That which is no longer before the mind becomes the past. That which is before the mind is the present. And that which is going to be before the mind is the future. Past is that which is no longer before you. Future is that which is not yet before you. And present is that which is before you and is slipping out of your sight. Soon it will be past…. If you don’t cling to the past…because clinging to the past is absolute stupidity. It is no longer there, so you are crying for spilled milk. What is gone is gone!

And don’t cling to the present because that is also going and soon it will be past. Don’t cling to the future–hopes, imaginations, plans for tomorrow–because tomorrow will become today, will become yesterday. Everything is going to become yesterday.

Everything is going to go out of your hands. Clinging will simply create misery. You will have to let go.

Osho The Great Zen Master Ta Hui Chapter 10

 

A coat of quotes and passing poetry

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PicassoArtwork : Self-potrait by Pablo Picasso.

"How like an Angel came I down! How bright are all things here! 

When first among His works I did appear, 

O how their Glory me did crown! 

The world resembled his Eternity, In which my soul did walk; 

And every thing that I did see Did with me talk. 

The skies in their magnificence, The lively, lovely air, 

Oh how divine, how soft, how sweet, how fair! 

The stars did entertain my sense, 

And all the works of God, so bright and pure, 

So rich and great did seem, 

As if they ever must endure In my esteem." 

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Esteem | Thomas Traherne