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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