All of this is still a left-handed hug. Even after hearing the welcoming and generous words of the donor, the heart of the recipient refuses to believe that the donor is really happy to see him. He sits in his ragged clothes in the mansion of the donor and can't truly believe that the donor is happy to invite him in. He assumes that the donor is merely trying to make him feel better; nothing more. "He probably says this to every poor person who comes knocking at this door." Only if he truly believes that the donor is happy to see him will he feel himself enlightened and hugged by the right hand.
If the donor would turn to the poor person for advice or ask him to do a favor for him or really engage him in conversation, then the recipient would really feel that the donor is happy to see him. If the donor, rather than being filled with ego about his successes and knowledge, would instead feel that the poor person is a vehicle of the Shechinah, which has come to him with honesty and simplicity to show him an approach to life of which he was previously unaware, he could then cleanse himself of any twisted notions and breathe new life into himself. If he would communicate his appreciation of this to the poor person sitting in his living room, the poor person would feel the appreciation and feel very much built up.
If the donor would turn to the poor person for advice or ask him to do a favor for him or really engage him in conversation, then the recipient would really feel that the donor is happy to see him. If the donor, rather than being filled with ego about his successes and knowledge, would instead feel that the poor person is a vehicle of the Shechinah, which has come to him with honesty and simplicity to show him an approach to life of which he was previously unaware, he could then cleanse himself of any twisted notions and breathe new life into himself. If he would communicate his appreciation of this to the poor person sitting in his living room, the poor person would feel the appreciation and feel very much built up.
No comments:
Post a Comment