Sunday, August 9, 2009
Soul searching, possible illusion told by an idiot, signifying everything. The grand scheme of things has a limitation to overcome the gravity of it’s own creation. We live in the shallow depression of time that lingers in corners without rhyme or reason. Still point of awareness contains a wonder of possible outcome if moved to action, otherwise it sits in potentiated bliss without having to chose or manifest. Charcoal grew restless of movement within confines that were made smaller by burning. Awake yet not enacted purpose slumbers still. Awareness without action is like wings without feet. Some one said something like that before. An old Sufi saying, “ Physical reality is to reality, as ice is to water.” On other planets, under conditions unlike any here on earth, there are even more states that water can assume, yet even here water is so unique among elements the one would contemplate that water is alive. Without water being lighter when in solid form no life would exist on earth because the oceans would be solid ice (or so I learned from my father). Contemplation removes obstacles. Yet why does thought hold such power over us? Fear and anger are motivated by thought, perception and belief, which is a more deeply held thought that seems essential to our wellbeing. With what beliefs do I control my perception so as to function within social parameters?
Saturday, August 8, 2009
If the mind wind is subject to elsewhere change blowing towards and away from time, where do we reside? When caught in the sandstorm of time we wonder how to escape the hourglass that incases us. The wind is impossible, a trap of the mind where there should be nothing, nor the possibility of movement. The slow release of particles into the void and back before the beginning of time, we are lost in contemplation of potential until we decide on an action. Anything will do to start the avalanche of time and space flowing though us, engulfing and forming who we believe ourselves to be. We sift through the remnance of our passing eons and our egos cry for permanence in the shifting tide. Nothing in the multiple inner or outer infinite realms is permitted to last. How is this game set up, how can we win when all is chaos including the fragment we identify as self? If we are playing life as a game to be won we are lost. Marveling at the potential, the loss of control is liberating, the responsibility divine. The possibilities, even as they are snatched away with choosing in every moment, are emanating perfection and purpose of will. The desire to last, to effect change, shift the balance, catch the wave, be in touch with the momentary bliss of knowing everything and nothing, holding wonder and sensing beauty that can never be seen, awareness in this moment. We are free and we are caged by our limiting perspective. Perception is everything. Hold them all with lightness and explore the depths and heights with an open heart.