A exploration of spiritual stillness, 30 day fast of reading, studying and practicing the 26th verse of Tao Te Ching. (Living Calmly) The month long spiritual exercise in accepting and being gracious for what lies ahead. Being a avid hack writer, I’ll post 30 days consecutively, thoughts on “Being Content.” Poems, exercises, take-home assignments, etc.
Day 12, Help a Brother
Without the friendship of my wife, I would not be who I am today. Her resiliency to remain by my side through my mental warfare can only be described as, heroic. Love as she says, “Is long suffering.” Believe me, I put that to the test many times.
Its so easy to find an exit plan out of someone’s life, to find a reason to give up on them. Many times subconsciously we are anticipating their demise which will free us up. Superficial words of empty encouragement, many times the sufferer knows you don’t care. They can feel it, regardless of how many times you say, “God Loves You.”
To help someone, you have to know yourself, or its a lost cause. Help is spiritual, only a kind heart helps others turn their lives around. A heart free of its own self-hate. Negative energy consistently creates negative energy. It bears its own fruits.
You can not be taught how to help someone spiritually, its innate. Its not hard to hug a prostitute, a dope fiend, or whatever may come from another perspective if you have a heart of love.
I know veteran career church goer’s, they could not help a person spiritually if their lives depended on it. Kindness is something you seek out, you smell it, you become a hunter of it, regardless of circumstances. You act before others finish their plate. You need not a ceremony as a reminder that you should help.
Are you reminded to breath?
We all have different weapons of consciousness, but helping someone resonates from love. Its not built upon, its not prayed about, its who you are. To help a stranger as you would help your child, to help a perceived enemy as you would help your best friend, that’s love.
Everything else, empty gestures, something you think gains favor with God. The unwise lives a shell existence of premeditated acts of kindness. Boasting of their compassion, never dirtying their hands with the slug of the downtrodden. Wearing the shield of spiritually, no one can be fooled by such showmanship. At least no one with their heart open.