Post by nina2 on Jun 24, 2008 11:11:53 GMT -5
Destiny Unknown
By Tzvi Freeman
"And who knows? Perhaps it was for just this situation that you attained royalty" (Book of Esther 4:14)
Why is destiny unknown, the purpose of all things omitted from the script?
So it is with every act of beauty…
When the artist sets his hands to his craft, he turns his back on perfection, as a warrior turns his back on fear.
What matters now is that he does his craft as best he can;
that his hands move with agility, feeling what is missing, what is next, what must be performed, how and when;
that his eyes, his ears, all his senses be keenly tuned to the rhythm of his craft.
Perfection is his enemy, craftsmanship his friend.
When one kind soul gives to another, he must put his dream aside.
What matters now is that he must give.
That his giving will bear fruit and heal and give life, that is not his business now.
Perhaps his giving will succeed, perhaps it will fall on its face.
He must give without conditions, without expectations, for the sake of giving alone.
Only once the artist has completed his masterpiece can he step back and exclaim, "Success! Even better than I had imagined!"
Only once the giver has given and fostered and nurtured the seed that he has planted, then he may see how it has blossomed and say, "Success! Even better than I had dreamed!"
Only once the Infinite Creator has generated a universe from the void, sustained and nurtured it, only then does God look at all that He did and behold it was very good.
For He has found Himself within it.
By Tzvi Freeman
"And who knows? Perhaps it was for just this situation that you attained royalty" (Book of Esther 4:14)
Why is destiny unknown, the purpose of all things omitted from the script?
So it is with every act of beauty…
When the artist sets his hands to his craft, he turns his back on perfection, as a warrior turns his back on fear.
What matters now is that he does his craft as best he can;
that his hands move with agility, feeling what is missing, what is next, what must be performed, how and when;
that his eyes, his ears, all his senses be keenly tuned to the rhythm of his craft.
Perfection is his enemy, craftsmanship his friend.
When one kind soul gives to another, he must put his dream aside.
What matters now is that he must give.
That his giving will bear fruit and heal and give life, that is not his business now.
Perhaps his giving will succeed, perhaps it will fall on its face.
He must give without conditions, without expectations, for the sake of giving alone.
Only once the artist has completed his masterpiece can he step back and exclaim, "Success! Even better than I had imagined!"
Only once the giver has given and fostered and nurtured the seed that he has planted, then he may see how it has blossomed and say, "Success! Even better than I had dreamed!"
Only once the Infinite Creator has generated a universe from the void, sustained and nurtured it, only then does God look at all that He did and behold it was very good.
For He has found Himself within it.