Tathata: Recent Episodes
Ali
Life journey from dietary to medicinal, pussy deficiency, emotional gathering, life is too long and how to develop emotional intelligence.
Mindful dating, why feminism has failed, looking for a soul partner and a beautiful poem from T. S. Eliot
Self expression and being yourself in online dating, proper manners, sado-masochism, cheap sound boxes, student guitars, Wu-wei relationships, pretending to know what you want and a couple of poems:
If the idol manifests her face, swallow it like a mirror;
and if she leaves her hair open, become a comb, become a comb.
~ Rumi
at times I am the Tar;
at times I am the Harp;
incessantly
Since your love has been playing;
~Rumi
You pick and
my whole being
incessantly
rises to the heavens;
~Rumi
Mirror
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
~Sylvia Plath
The wild geese do not intend to cast their reflection;
The water has no mind to retain their image.
~A Zen poem