Change Your Heart

There's an interchange between life and death. Death sends its wisdom to us in the form of shocks - impromptu lessons which make us sit up and take notice: 'all the shocks that flesh is heir to'. These unexpected reversals and changes of fortune - blows of fate - would not count as belonging to the normal flow of life. They seem as if they have been thrust in from another world. And so they have: from the world of death, the place where all 'the arrows of outrageous fortune' are shaped and formed. They would remind us that we are citizens of two worlds and that we need to live up to the standards of both. There's all the time in the world after death to reflect but no chance whatsoever to undo what's been done or to change what's been left undone. Therefore, change your heart now.

Likewise - I believe - in the time after death does it not follow that there will be shocks too? Shocks sent in by life. Experiences that will make you sit up and think, 'If I had not paid heed to those lessons when I had the chance then I would be truly lying in the grave now, unable to move or see around me'. You will see with a shock that the very wings you move on, the very light of your eyes, were gifted to you by the way you attended to the spirit's intrusion in life. Therefore, again, change your heart now.

To change your heart for another means to give it all the blood of life and death. Not just to leave it up to shocks and fortune to do death's work in you. But to let the golden way of the life after death become your path in life, and to see its wisdom around you like ripe fields of corn. And at the same time to return to death the lustre of the living, the shine of its true breath, the goodness that can only be accumulated during life.

So change your heart for another today

and give it all the blood of life and death,

that death may give to life its golden way

and life return the lustre of its breath.

There's little virtue left in living now

when all that's out of body is denied,

and what is there to live for anyhow

if soul and spirit's breath is never tried?

Jay

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A Long Road

And there lies truth, wisdom, spiritual comprehension, on the other side of the door. Here am I, looking through the keyhole. Along come those who are not like me - they knock down the door and charge inside. What do they find? Their own excitement, flashing and flickering around them. They think this is a great discovery. What do they have to take with them into the long, dark night? Nothing, nothing. I resume my position, waiting, knocking - my door is still there. That night is my tutor, its dreams, its slow passing. Then I need the courage of day, to follow the sun's long arc through the sky. If you will be keyhole to the sun's eye, then night's door will open to you in time.

And then I am like a king travelling a long road. Life is my jester going along beside. I'm glad for his long faces, his wry comments, his mock desire never to be like me. For he is me, and I the happy fool, not far from life, but too far to be sane, to take its seriousness for my own, to give up balancing the world on my head. A long road.

Jay

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