he was in a playful mood although the garden hose was not the most exciting thing in the world the composition of the scene looked right with the shadow and with the mark on the floor appearing in a sense as though it were the clothing of the humble hose he took a picture for fun dwelling a little longer on the scene his mind went surprisingly quiet the sense of order in the scene seemed to be gently stilling his mind he also began to see a similar sense of order elsewhere in the scene when the angle was right he could not explain what it was that was right and the fact that he could not explain seemed to be part of the reason for his silent mind somewhere he remembered somebody telling him that computers don’t understand such things as artistic composition perhaps the computer part of his mind could also not understand ‘maybe this is the way out of the never-ending computer mind, ‘but I had better not touch anything,’ he thought ‘otherwise I will be trying to order the whole world and I couldn’t do that, maybe just in my own room,’ he thought he paused and sat down something rather monumental was arising in his mind he was realising that he had been trying to put the world in order all his life ‘so is the answer to do nothing? no, that is not right the world needs to have some order for us to be safe,’ ‘putting things in order is part of looking after them, isn’t it’ ‘but I can’t put everything in order so what must I do to find peace’ ‘I can do what I can, changing what I can change and have to accept what I cannot’ he sat a while longer ‘and if I can see a deeper sense of order than the colours and the shapes even deeper than a moral sense if I can see that everywhere then I will be at peace, such is the peace of true Dhamma where we see everything as natural,’ ‘but seeing Dhamma is like finding order through peace rather than finding peace through order,’ he thought Video versionComments are closed.
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