Brook wrote:With knowing does come freedom...so free your mind........let go of that rational mind, and find that spark inside you that cries to be known. You won't be sorry. You will not find it here. You will not find it on the internet. You will not find it in a book or on television. It resides in your heart. And it wishes to speak with you if you will listen. That is where the real truth resides. It is born of love, and will give you back that love...you only have to let go of the "rational" and free your mind. It will show you what you are made of. And what you can manifest, as you do it daily in a very unconscious manner. Imaging the possibilities that lie inside you waiting to emerge. I used to have a very skeptical rational mind...and it took validation to understand what was going on. I got my validations. And daily, do I marvel at what is brought to my attention.
thank you Brook! feels like at home...
It reminded Rabindranat Tagore's Unending... poem
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age-old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.