Bigness Through SmallnessI always feel that it is somewhat futile to articulate in words things which should be lived and experienced. But I feel so alive and enriched with what I have been feeling lately that I cannot help myself.
I am realising more and more, la
If you want to become full,
let yourself be empty.
The beautiful simplicity of this strikes me anew again and again.
I think this is why world religions all emphasize the value of humility. The Bible for example says:“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
And the Bhagavad Gita urges: “Be humble, be harmless, Have no pretension, Be upright, forebearing...”
We tend to think of humility as something we should endeavor to practice because it is a 'good' thing to do - a pleasant, moral attribute. But I see now that it is far more profound, far more elemental. True humility is not something one can put on like a garment. Rather, I think it is an ex
I think I have always felt an intuitive sense for this – this paradox of bigness through smallness, fullness through emptiness. I wonder if we all do at some level. I have long sensed a connection between the very small and the very vast. The smallest of things like ants, atoms and grains of sand have always seemed to speak in poetry of the bigness of the universe. But I never related this to myself; I felt it only as a sense of wonder beyond words. Recently, though, I have begun to relate it to myself. There are moments when my appreciation for all this seems to bloom within me. I will feel my heart swell in my chest and suddenly I cannot hold in a smile. Today I found myself in a swoon over the play of light on the yellow flowers of a tree. I liked it not just because it was beautiful, but because I suddenly felt a connection with what I was seeing. I caught myself feeling and thinking: there is no separation between myself and this tree. In the fullness of reality there is no separation between the observer and observed. There are small windows in time when my heart touches ever so lightly on this truth, and I am filled with the simplest kind of happiness. Such moments move me, light and transitory as they are.
I am aware, though, that it is not enough to simply feel good. I might have these beautiful moments, but I do not live or breathe them in their wholeness. Tomorrow I will probably feel very differently. My boat is easily rocked by the most mundane of life challenges. It is my desire to feel these moments of connection in every experience I meet. I feel that it should be expressed in all things: the times of depression and the times of joy. The times when life is light and the times when life is heavy. It should be there when I wash the dishes, when I catch the bus, when I study hard to meet an assignment deadline, when I am placed in conflict with another person. It should be at the heart of all things I do, because it is the heart of all things.