People feel the fire of the soul. And the more you give, the more intensely it blazes.
Only through compassion for the world does the soul develop. It regulates the entire spectrum of deep experiences. It creates a silent prayer for the good of all who exist on earth.
Through the thickets of a gloomy path, across the barriers of rivers and rockfalls, through windthrows and the onslaught of mountain winds, through the icy deserts of peaks and the ledges of life's abysses, the soul strives upward, tearing its wounded wings on sharp rocks. It tries to free itself from the burden of earthly dirt clinging to it. Plunging into the cold darkness of gorges, it grows heavier, and its silvery radiance fades. Tired and dejected, it trudges on, dragging its sodden wings behind it, until it sees a blazing fire on the mountain. Summoning its last strength, stumbling and falling, it nevertheless climbs toward the life-giving flame, which illuminates it with the breath of hope. By the great fire, it sees other souls, chilled by earthly life, drying themselves beside the fire-breathing shrine. Gradually, the flame warms their hearts. Clumps of earthly suffering fall away. Wounds heal. And the wings become lighter and stronger. They are ready to fly and shine again, remembering the eternally blazing fire of the Great Heart of the World.
Konstantin Ustinov. "Man Existing".
Only through compassion for the world does the soul develop. It regulates the entire spectrum of deep experiences. It creates a silent prayer for the good of all who exist on earth.
Through the thickets of a gloomy path, across the barriers of rivers and rockfalls, through windthrows and the onslaught of mountain winds, through the icy deserts of peaks and the ledges of life's abysses, the soul strives upward, tearing its wounded wings on sharp rocks. It tries to free itself from the burden of earthly dirt clinging to it. Plunging into the cold darkness of gorges, it grows heavier, and its silvery radiance fades. Tired and dejected, it trudges on, dragging its sodden wings behind it, until it sees a blazing fire on the mountain. Summoning its last strength, stumbling and falling, it nevertheless climbs toward the life-giving flame, which illuminates it with the breath of hope. By the great fire, it sees other souls, chilled by earthly life, drying themselves beside the fire-breathing shrine. Gradually, the flame warms their hearts. Clumps of earthly suffering fall away. Wounds heal. And the wings become lighter and stronger. They are ready to fly and shine again, remembering the eternally blazing fire of the Great Heart of the World.
Konstantin Ustinov. "Man Existing".