Stillness Seeking

Still while watching the terracotta courtyard I silently walked over the lavender and wandered grape tree honey drops sprinkled the sun She touched the soft yellow orange color of the canvas Hold the brush on my mother's hand And golden color, when I saw powerful pearl earrings in the National Gallery of Washington, DC five years ago, the cat was asleep on her shoulder, touched a white page as light reflected by his hand holding a pen It was. (Vermeer) When I was a girl, I felt some pictures I have never felt before. In art.

I am still looking for, I am still looking for, I am still learning how to put all of them together, or at least summarize them. This is not the end of the conversation, but I will briefly explain what happened in my life. I do not want to ask questions about honesty in the relationship with Jewish society. Also, the Christian community wishes to know that when I move forward with them, I am a returnee, not a visitor. At the same time, I would like to clarify what families Jesus built for us are the Jewish house, above all, given historically by non-Jewish people and misused . I am praying that the character of Christianity will change, especially with regard to the relationship with Judaism, as I am here.

When trying to achieve this goal, we are still seeking things. Whether those are people, cars, families, or our own superficial feelings. All these are all right. But things do not exist at all. There is absolutely nothing at all the basic level of reality that we know through experience, intuition and current evidence. They are illusions. Therefore, if they do not exist first, we can not find what to satisfy. When we are satisfied, we are looking for miracles in our illusions. We have never seen reality at all. Nothing, all alone. The Buddha called it invalid or empty. Or a great poet like Kabir or Basso calls it light, go home and Hinduism calls Brahman.