The hand upon my tiller

The mystery of the dark

The unknown one who lives in me

And harmonies does spark.

Thoughts

That is the last verse of a poem i wrote .I did not have the notion of another hand being on my tiller before I began writing.
Yet I feel it is very important.Clearly we don’t consciously make our own blood circulate and you can think of other things like that.If there is another hand steering me I need to cooperate with it.Maybe that hand is wiser than mine.I came to the conclusion that we can only cooperate with it if we are relaxed.
So becoming relaxed is necessary for good living and also for prayer, if we do pray.The best thing about many religions is that before God all souls are equal and all of us are valued unless we deliberately allow evil to overcome us.I think it’s always been hard not to to share the common view that our possessions or our our stupidity or brilliance determine our value.I have got more trust in humbler people if they can avoid bitterness in modern society.
I think working with the hands benefits the mind and heart.Intellectuals can be very cold sometimes.Maybe they were cold already and fled into the intellect to escape human feelings.Meanwhile let’s think about the other hand.