The Numinous

This post was meant as a part of the series called "The Sacred and the Profane". However, as I am going through my ruminations, I feel that I should only be really writing about the Sacred

We look at the continuity of life we see that there is a routine, or "things we do". Then, there is something else, a space between the actions, between the sounds, between the doings. The calm (before or after the storm).

Then there also fear, one of the few true companions. Why the fear?

The grandchild asked his grandfather, a famous hunter, "Grandpa, you have killed many lions and tigers, rhinos and hyenas, how is that that you weren't afraid of their ferocity, cunning, their animal strength?" The Grandfather smiled wily and said,
"Look son, I did all that, but who said that I wasn't afraid? I just went through with my fear as my close and true companion. Protected only by the unseen guardians of all hunters. But shit son, who said that I wasn't afraid?"


The Grandpa hunter was a master who I envy for his calm and his skill, but at the same time I realize that there isn't much difference between us two - after all, we both made our fears as our close companions.

The great Being of Infinite Transformations, the only one who puts awe in the man's heart, you are here all the time!

There is so much difference between the full and the empty stomach. God/dess knows there should be prayer for food, because of the food, and the full stomach. There should also be a prayer for the taste and for digestion, prayer for swallowing and prayer for fortunate defecation. In other words, everything should be in the process of continuous unseizing communion with the Great Out-There, just like a tai chi form.

How far can one go without believing in oneself? Limits or no limits.

Religious adherents of the world bow, and they pray, and they go through all kinds of motions and rituals which only they can understand, for who?

Partake of the flower and its fragrance, it wasn't created by any human, but by forces outside of the human will and influence. It is perfect, and doesn't need to be modified in any way. Its structure ensures its inevitable survival without regards for environmental conditions. Its smell attracts the bees. It spreads its progeny with the wind.

Someone's intent created the flower, and brought it into being just the way it is. It is an invisible being that gives birth and creates matrices for flowers and other plants. We don't see it, but its existence have been noted by the mystics and have been given many names, including "God".

It doesn't have to be a personified old man, as its forms are as many as there are names, the pundits and mystics have always argued and keep on arguing about its true form and its true nature, and haven't come to any conclusion.

The Ever-changing is as small as a flower, and is perfect.