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

"- Words from Adonis, the Syrian poet (born Ali Ahmad Said Esber).  Adonis “So that your body moves wisely so that I move with it  with what is above it below it. and in between  so that I surround you and break any barrier that separates you from me. I read the book of your priests  I grow into your origins.

I taste their creatures and personify them in my delusions so that you become the dot,

and I become the script and shape. so that you become ‘From’ and what follows it .

I am not your sea I am not the swans you wait for I have nothing but limbs.

Limbs that get lost.

After I erased-discovered you,

lost in a fever whose outer reaches I have yet to discover.

‘About’ and what it possesses, where words cannot contain me,

where only imaginings and symbols can contain me.”

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Script and Shape | Adonis