The Nature
by sylph via jane - Jungle Drum Newswire Sunday, Jan 8 2017, 9:09pm
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Reality emanates from the centre
and circumference of an ever expanding sphere
simultaneously -- there are no fixed points from
which to locate anything including
the notion of self
and so we trammel through forests of illusion
upon illusion seeking the pristine reality
yet these illusions we create ourselves
it is the mind that leads us to hell and purgatory;
from the false sense of self all perversity arises
which taunt and entangle the clouded mind.
yet we feel the pain and misery of these self-created
false realities, dreams and nightmares,
as though they were reality itself;
we feel and suffer in this loop of despair yet we know not
how to escape this self-inflicted torment
mountains rise and fall according to the tectonic cycles of the earth,
seas move around the planet when displaced by rising and falling
lands, it is the nature of this planet
civilisations unaware of these cycles disappear leaving strange
monuments about which we know very little,
indeed, in many ways the people of prehistory were more advanced
than we are today
but the blind continue to lead the blind
and those that see are ignored or denigrated, however,
nothing is able to prevent what is about to unfold,
a polar shift and another massive fiery sea-change
until a balance is achieved again
billions will die needlessly or rather perish due to their
inability to harmonise with and survive the cycles
change is the only constant in creation, why vainly attempt to
fix anything in a universe of flux?
Focus, maintain singularity of mind
and your mind will die;
do not grieve over the source of all your pain and suffering
reality will reveal itself by the source of illusion dying to it
solutions are found where they were never hiding,
everything that is necessary for continuity
appears when it is required
enter the vastness of everything, the origination of your
real Being and the nightmare we call existence/reality
evaporates leaving us as we were and are,
aware participants in the drama of Life
there is nothing to fear as fear is the progeny
of ignorance, a mind caught in its own deluded convolutions --
mind cannot see the pristine or learn the Way
only consciousness is able to navigate/exist in this realm
pure, unadulterated consciousness (not mind) is our gift from
cosmic creation which wants nothing more than for us to be aware
and understand our ‘place’ in existence,
it is for Love’s sake that the All came into
creation to dance forever in throes ecstasy
physical eyes/senses see only the limited
the single eye of Consciousness sees
and knows All
Peace
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