Jesus said: They do not pick grapes from brambles, nor do they pick figs from thistles, for these do not yield the proper fruit. A good man brings good things out of his storehouse, but a bad man brings bad things from his storehouse (which is in his heart). And he says bad things. For out of the surplus in his heart he brings out bad things. Sayings 45a, 45b, The Gospel of Thomas.
Every move we make proclaims the quality of who we are. Every thought, every nuance of the psyche, of the soul, reverberates and transforms our essence, the quality of our sphere of energy, and thereby the entire cosmos.
Bramble and thistle growlings of the heartmind produce a crown of thorns which we press upon our head and the heads of those around us. We suffer and are insufferable.
The production of succulent fruit requires our opening as a conduit, conductors of the creative juice of life. When the conduit and the juice become as one, new universes of creativity and daring are born. How can new fruit be born except by throwing the entire tree, the entire cosmos into the endeavor?
Every move we make proclaims the quality of who we are. Every thought, every nuance of the psyche, of the soul, reverberates and transforms our essence, the quality of our sphere of energy, and thereby the entire cosmos.
Bramble and thistle growlings of the heartmind produce a crown of thorns which we press upon our head and the heads of those around us. We suffer and are insufferable.
The production of succulent fruit requires our opening as a conduit, conductors of the creative juice of life. When the conduit and the juice become as one, new universes of creativity and daring are born. How can new fruit be born except by throwing the entire tree, the entire cosmos into the endeavor?
Thank you, George. Just what I needed to hear. Good works are ruined by "bramble and thistle growlings." They spoil the act and the actor. May I keep my heart open today. SF
ReplyDeleteThank you George! What great insight and an excellent reminder. Just what I needed this morning as well! Throwing it all into the endeavor even as I write these words... feeling the illusion of separation evaporating. Opening to Being. Amazing to see it unfold again. You are a remarkable guide.
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