I often know people's souls but not their names. I know their inner being, their heart, their personality but the label given them at birth or appended later escapes me. My former tactic was to mentally run through the alphabet in hopes their name would appear if I knew the first letter. Now I just let it go. Our relationship of the moment blooms and prospers -- no name needed. That is all that matters.
Once I forgot my own name. (I consider that a sign of enlightenment, not of dementia.) In a group setting, a person I had not met before said they were so-and-so. I said, "I'm __________ ." I could not remember my label! Probably only a few nanoseconds went by, but my mind was racing to remember and it seemed like forever. I thought of checking my wallet for my i.d., but then something kicked in and I said, "George."
So the next time I smile and look at you with great love, I may not be able to present you with your title. I beg your pardon. I have already pardoned myself.
Once I forgot my own name. (I consider that a sign of enlightenment, not of dementia.) In a group setting, a person I had not met before said they were so-and-so. I said, "I'm __________ ." I could not remember my label! Probably only a few nanoseconds went by, but my mind was racing to remember and it seemed like forever. I thought of checking my wallet for my i.d., but then something kicked in and I said, "George."
So the next time I smile and look at you with great love, I may not be able to present you with your title. I beg your pardon. I have already pardoned myself.
Oneness has no name!
ReplyDeleteI remember the eyes... the kindness or frigidness or confusion or wonderment... and the eyes are the windows to the soul.
ReplyDeleteLabels are restraints, and we are -so- much more.
I think our memories' lack of immediate access to detail has something to do with conscious efforts to let go of our stories; to move away from the habitual checking of the endless list of what keeps us separate.
ReplyDeleteThere seems to be a shift away from relying on analysis and a shift toward simply being. Perhaps this is a state of grace; or perhaps I am just becoming a geezer before my time. (What an honor!!!) Perhaps they are the same thing... (-: