The words stopped my reading… I mean I read them and had to go back to them, immediately – not even finishing the sentence before returning.
Intention has long fascinated. It’s one of those vitally important words that belong with a handful of others, like memory, or will, or detachment, or even truth. Each of them carries great import when, and only when, it’s placed in its correct hierarchy of spiritual importance to mankind. It’s hard to imagine how important these words are. Familiarity has dulled their powers, but that can be fixed by conscious exposure to their reality.
The rusty object can be dug from the earth and, with time and dedication, lovingly restored to the mantelpiece.
“Intention chooses heaven”
I was reading a Buddhist text quoted in a favourite author, Tiramit, in which the placing and importance of ‘intention’ was clearly spelled out.
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