Another question besides Ashvin's, would be to enter the poetry metaphor more concretely.Soul_of_Shu wrote: ↑Mon Jun 13, 2022 11:48 amI don't find this an apt analogy. This spiritual journey is not likened to undergoing some course of study, then taking some prescribed exam which one must pass to move on. It's been much more like the intuitive process of creating poetry, which has nothing to do with requiring some effortful study—such as reading tutorial books, or being schooled on how to write good poetry—nor is it as if by writing ten thousand poems, each subsequent poem is a truer poem. Rather, each expression along the way has been crucial and integral to the making of the poet, even the ones that had to be abandoned as failed attempts. Actually, I see them as no less valuable as the ones that take flight, and I welcome them to this day. So no, I don't feel I could have somehow ruined becoming a poet.Cleric K wrote: ↑Mon Jun 13, 2022 10:15 am Does this mean that if in a week I have an exam, I can rest assured that if it was meant to be I cannot avoid success even if I forcefully try to fail (that is, not study at all)? In this sense, is it possible for one to exercise (or fail to exercise) their freedom in such a way that they actually ruin their stream of becoming?
What does it mean in concrete terms to be on a spiritual journey where we create poetry? What is it in which we try, fail and improve? What is it that changes and develops? And how that thing is related to the flow of outer life? Because let's face it, this metaphor places certain disconnect between sensory life and the so called poetic spiritual journey. It is self-evident that for outer life we need effort to learn its laws, its elements and to understand the temporal dynamics. Society doesn't consists of free electrons where each one learns from scratch through trial and error, with no one taking the care to build upon the massive shared experience.
So at what point the flow of sensory life becomes split from the flow of the spiritual journey for which there are no longer laws, no temporal rhythms, no sharable wisdom attained at the price of many many lifetimes of exceptional beings, and instead of that we have strictly personal progression of trial and error which for some reason we believe can never go wrong? What is this sphere of spiritual poetry which is completely independent of our shared dream flow and thus requires nothing outside of itself?