Ace of Fire – The Source

Ace of Fire - The Source

When we speak of being “grounded” or “centered” it is this Source we are talking about. When we begin a creative project, it is this Source that we tune in to. This card reminds us that there is a vast reservoir of energy available to us. And that we tap into it not by thinking and planning but by getting grounded, centered, and silent enough to be in contact with the Source. It is within each of us, like a personal, individual sun giving us life and nourishment. Pure energy, pulsating, available, it is ready to give us anything we need to accomplish something, and ready to welcome us back home when we want to rest. So whether you are beginning something new and need inspiration right now, or you’ve just finished something and want to rest, go to the Source. It’s always waiting for you, and you don’t even have to step out of your house to find it.

Osho’s Teachings

Zen asks you to come out of the head and go to the basic source. It is not that Zen is not aware of the uses of energy in the head, but if all the energy is used in the head, you will never become aware of your eternity You will never know as an experience

what it is to be one with the whole. When the energy is just at the center, pulsating, when it is not moving anywhere, neither in the head nor in the heart, but it is at the very source from where the heart takes it, the head takes it, pulsating at the very source– that is the very meaning of Zazen. Zazen means just sitting at the very source, not moving anywhere, a tremendous force arises, a transformation of energy into light and love, into greater life, into compassion, into creativity. It can take many forms. But first you have to learn how to be at the source. Then the source will decide where your potential is. You can relax at the source, and it will take you to your very potential.

Osho The Zen Manifesto: Freedom from Oneself Chapter 11


A coat of quotes and passing poetry

"Praising Praising Only one who has raised the lyre  Praising, that’s it! As one ordered to praise he emerged like the ore from the silent stone. 

His heart, O the transient wine-press, among mankind, of an inexhaustible wine. 

When the divine mode grips him, the voice in his mouth never fails.

All becomes vineyard, all becomes grape, grown riper in his feeling’s south. 

Neither the must in the tombs of the kings nor from the gods that a shadow falls, detracts at all from his praising. 

He’s a messenger, who always remains, still holding far through the doors of the dead a dish with fruit they can praise. 

Only one who has raised the lyre already, among the shades, may sense how to return the unending praise. 

Only one who, with the dead, ate of the poppy, theirs, from them, will not lose the slightest note ever again. 

Wish even the image in the pond that blurs for us, often: know the reflection. 

Only within the double sphere will the voices become kind, and eternal. 


Praising | Rainer Marie Rilke