I am struck by the way the TSK material sort of sinks into you, or opens up space in you. This morning I read more and re-read some other sections required on the course and naturally found myself ‘enquiring’ without questions, just looking and observing.
So I went to sleep last night with TSK running through me and woke up this morning feeling peaceful (first time in ages) with warmth running through me. I didn’t even eat breakfast, had some warm water and lemon juice and carried on with the reading. Exploring paragraphs and particular sentences in LOK, in more depth from the passage asked to read this week: LOK xxxix-l, I really appreciate the description and expression of what knowledge ‘might be’ and the invitation to explore that for yourself.
There is so much richness to be taken and received from this passage alone. From the opening of the mind to the rigidity and accumulation of knowledge and experiencing of that constriction in myself as I read, to the opening of a new way of being, realising that knowledge is in me / is me / surrounds me. I love it. I love knowledge – at least the way it is presented here with TSK. So I woke up a second time this morning to knowledge. I am without a doubt a lover of knowledge. I realise I am in love with knowledge .. the sheer unadulterated cock a hoop joy of it .. so different from school and life which provides such a limitation on it .. oops I think I had better eat something now before enthusiasm spills over into a 3 thousand word post! Â Very grateful for this. Lastly before I eat, I sincerely hope this gets posted in the right place!
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Yes, it was posted in the right place, Jacqueline. Also at just the right time for me to read it and thereby appreciate your song to the splendors of knowledge. Makes me want to visit that place myself one day. I’ll have to look at my vacation allowance at work. No wait, perhaps I can step into a love of knowledge right now as I write this ,and as I go and wash some dishes and make breakfast. Yes, I believe I will do just that . . . Michael