When My Father Faced An Emergency

Based on the wonderful story by Nora Bateson, here is my reflection:
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Life is complex. Life has many threads. Life has many beads. Life has many levels. Life has many colors like a rainbow. The musical instrument of life has seven sound notes. When we see these differences without eyes covered by separateness, we see the underlying oneness or indivisible unity or harmony. And that is pure love. Thus there is oneness in manyness. Pure unselfish love stems from complexity. Likewise complexity stems from love. It's like branches stemming from a deep rooted tree. When we look at differences with colored eyes, the differences divide us and cause violence and destruction. It all depends upon how clear our vision is. How we view others different from us. When we relate to others with clear mind and clear heart life becomes harmonious. It has taken time for me to move in the direction of harmony and unconditional love and acceptance. Walking on the path brings deep joy, fulfillment, oneness and bliss in me. There are two ways of looking at the knife in our side. One way is looking at the knife as a means of violence. The other way of looking at the knife is looking with compassionate eyes at the hitchhiker as a desperate poor and hungry man. Nora Bateson's father looked at the man with kind and compassionate eyes. His focus was not on the knife. His focus was on the poor man desperately struggling for survival. He felt warmth and care for the traveler. I am ending my comments by asking me a question: how would I have reacted to the traveler?

Namaste!