Understanding that comes from pure and direct perception, personal experience if you will, is the juice that keeps me going.
It’s tricky though. There is a tendency to confuse kinds of understanding. We may really know (pramana – right understaning), or may just think we know. False knowledge, illusion, etc. make the realm ignorance (avidya) seem so vast.
Thank God for the yogic life – the practice of pure perception. For example, Oliver is sometimes as sweet as a monk and others as terrible as a mobster. Selin sincerely wanted to name him Vito Bertero, the Italian-Turkish-American kingpin;-) He did choose to be born the evening Godfather was on t.v….
I am quite allured with the challenge of really trying to understand him instead of projecting onto him my own desires, fears, frustrations, etc. That basically IS yoga for me – an ongoing attempt at tuning into a state of consciousness that is observing, sensing and discerning.
Often, however, when I look into this little face, it is as if from Oliver I am hearing Pattabhi Jois with his captivating presence and playful Indian voice “I am telling. You… naaaaaaaat understading.”