Sorrow, Passion and Beauty
What is beauty?
We are becoming more and more artificial superficial and verbal.
Has man lost touch with nature?
Has he lost the delicacy, the sensitivity of the mind, heart and body?
How can we know what beauty is?
What is beauty? Must it be expressed?
Does it need the word, the stone, the colour, the paint? Or is it something that cannot be put into words into a building, into a statue?
Without passion you can't have beauty.
Passion comes when there is suffering.
Remaining with that suffering, not escaping from it brings passion.
Passion means the complete abandonment of the "me", the self, the ego and therefore the austerity of great beauty.
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The Art of ListeningWhat is seeing, what is listening, what is.
Do we see actually or through a screen darkly through a screen of prejudice a screen of our experiences, wishes, pleasures, fears between us and the object of perception?
Do we ever see the thing at all?
Does the act of listening bring about complete freedom from all statements? Is the mind completely attentive?
Then the mind is extraordinarily free to act.
Then the seeing is doing.
I learn in order to gain reward or avoid punishment.
I learn a particular job or craft to earn a livelihood.
Is learning a process of accumulation?
Is there any other kind of learning that is not accumulating and acting from that?
Have we learned anything from sorrow?
What is there to learn?