since I had no solid structure to understand the limits of one's interpretation and, without that foundation within myself
I would be subject to the power of the individual speaking and not wise enough to understand the "truth" as a personal revelation
I would be accepting truth -- not DISCOVERING TRUTH
I feel I am in a place now in which my powers of discernment are fairly attuned -- like the sages of long ago
and to them, again, I turn . . . so I pore over the old books once more: The Torah, the Zohar
with new eyes -- the 2nd level of understanding
I have new eyes, too . . . ones that are, as much as possible based on my "path", wide open
and, as such, I can more easily absorb what is old since I am seeing from a space of integration, not one of hunger
I am full now so I can taste the food, let it sit on my tongue for a bit
the old and the new can come together as a feast, not as a compensation -- the ouroboros chases its tail
but the tail is already within the one who is chasing
people try to rush ahead . . . but spiritual understanding is a process of unfoldment
it is not a flash of lightning . . . it is a steady rain, soft upon your head
a long process but what is old is always new and the old man finds the place in which he is once again like a child
what moves me I also move . . . the rose blooms