This is an attempt to communicate. To tell the on-going story of one human beings struggles, stumbles, and risings, to share moments of ignorance and insight. “Truth” is difficult to speak of, and what is presently seen as “truth” may change drastically within wisdoms next glimpse, which shatters our notions and humbles us into dust- floating everywhere on the gentle breeze of our collective heart.
We're so often stumbling in place, believing we're getting somewhere. Round and round- and while the external phenomena inevitably changes, internally we are only bloodying our knees while believing the next job, the next lover, the next place or thing will alleviate this gnawing pervasive sense of discontent which sometimes screams and sometimes whispers… “notice me, notice me.”
This is a sharing- from a human being who understands what it is to suffer, what it’s like to live in a self created hell which seems to have no end or way out. Every escape ever attempted only masked, every desire ever pursued only increased the suffering until in a moment of desperation I attempted the one act never tried before, an act which seemed like lunacy to the belief pattern of escapism that was "my" life- total acceptance of what IS. Total acceptance of the totality of the present moment.
Something broke open that day, and as “I” exploded into everything and nothing, what had been perceived as unbearable agony transmuted into… L O V E. And for the briefest of moments there was a glimpse, an understanding beyond thought and feeling, that not only are we perfectly loved, we are perfect Love. For a moment there was no stumbling in place, for a moment there was only… Om
Perhaps there is something in this path of mine, which is this path of ours, that will serve in your journey of understanding, of going beyond stumbling in place, by going through whatever suffering is present, not around it. Around it is round and round and round. Take that which aids in happiness, cultivate it, and discard the rest while you witness the blossoming of peace within and without, for one is not separate from the other. Suffering is only necessary, until it no longer is, let us listen from the silence of our depth. Many joyous blessings dear friends.
OM
We're so often stumbling in place, believing we're getting somewhere. Round and round- and while the external phenomena inevitably changes, internally we are only bloodying our knees while believing the next job, the next lover, the next place or thing will alleviate this gnawing pervasive sense of discontent which sometimes screams and sometimes whispers… “notice me, notice me.”
This is a sharing- from a human being who understands what it is to suffer, what it’s like to live in a self created hell which seems to have no end or way out. Every escape ever attempted only masked, every desire ever pursued only increased the suffering until in a moment of desperation I attempted the one act never tried before, an act which seemed like lunacy to the belief pattern of escapism that was "my" life- total acceptance of what IS. Total acceptance of the totality of the present moment.
Something broke open that day, and as “I” exploded into everything and nothing, what had been perceived as unbearable agony transmuted into… L O V E. And for the briefest of moments there was a glimpse, an understanding beyond thought and feeling, that not only are we perfectly loved, we are perfect Love. For a moment there was no stumbling in place, for a moment there was only… Om
Perhaps there is something in this path of mine, which is this path of ours, that will serve in your journey of understanding, of going beyond stumbling in place, by going through whatever suffering is present, not around it. Around it is round and round and round. Take that which aids in happiness, cultivate it, and discard the rest while you witness the blossoming of peace within and without, for one is not separate from the other. Suffering is only necessary, until it no longer is, let us listen from the silence of our depth. Many joyous blessings dear friends.
OM