Sunday, August 14, 2016

Strange Accounts of Abstract

Powerful forces at play around, seems no end in sight. Lightning forms our kaleidoscope, yes no end to the abstract surrounding our frail bodies.
Making every moment count so the abstract seeps into our timeframe of maya, our beautiful reality and makes it worth keeping. Yet so fleeting. A painting of epic proportions kept in front of a mass of blind. They keep feeling for what needs to be seen.
And how we have devalued our lives, to the mundane – to that brings us momentary pleasure and eternity of pain. No bigotry here except for the ones who choose to be ignorant like this, when a beautiful everlasting eternity awaits us, not in some time in the future or past. But here and now. Who are we to keep delaying or deceiving (ourselves?)
The more I look at it, the stranger the web becomes. For it seems that it need not be seen also; just observed without a presence in sight (including myself) – of course how else can the abstract of all this life and power be known, felt or be?
Indeed this overwhelming presence is awry for us. It doesn’t sit well in our guts. The immensity of this existence – it comes crashing down.
But on the other hand – we have kept trying to escape this immensity from the time of our inception into existence. We are trying for the perfect mix of abstract and mundane (the labeled mind illusion of existence). Though of course we are more comfortable with the latter – that which is so called known, that which does not need to be confronted or observed anew. So much so that now we are morbidly afraid of the unknown, the abstract from where we descended and shall ascend in this mortal coil or without one!
The mundane is all around us, choking us to die, to return back to the abstract, it is stifling to do and be and think and speak and act all that is known and is so comfortable to exist in, it is as if we were making our cocoon of comfort through the labels we have made up in the mind.
Look through the innocent eyes of the child and all the known of our world around is of course totally anew and yes perhaps even dangerous. But these are the eyes we so require now to change the world back into what it is.
We do not require comfort or clarity through the known. Only the unknown has the ability to jolt us back unto who we are. Though the veil of known and labels of the mind are useful for us to make existence sustainable but it is a double edged source – too much of the veil and covering it for our cover shall make us insipid, stupid of the soul and not the intended the creation we are.

Peace and Joy

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