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Tenderness contains an element of sadness. It is not the sadness of feeling sorry for yourself or feeling deprived, but it is a natural situation of fullness. You feel so full and rich, as if you were about to shed tears. Your eyes are full of tears, and the moment you blink, the tears will spill out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. In order to be a good warrior, one has to feel this sad and tender heart. Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
3 comments:
I tested this once with a microscope. If you look at anything man-made under a high magnification it is all rough, even something as seemingly smooth as a pin. But if you do the same for anything natural, it gets more and more beautiful the closer we go.
As I believe mankind was created I attribute this to God being a superior manufacturer to men!!!
Excellent Ruth, it's a great sequel to to yesterday! HDT had so many clarfying thoughts of such vision, wrapped in such precise eloquent words.
And I really appreciate lilymarlene's first-parag observation. I have to add my take on it, however.
Nothing on the planet can be as flawed, imperfect, sick or perverted in so many cases within its species as the human species, for all the miracles and wonders constituted in its existence and evolution. So did a superior entity have an off-day when it turned its attention to us? I don't know. We don't know. We are so clever, but we don't know that. And I am thankful that I don't know. We are, or should be, as free not to know or believe as we are to know or believe. Respect!
Thanks for Madeleine!
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