The I question
What’s the peculiar proclivity of the mind
To be … fill in the blank …
Be seen
Compete
Better than
Be eminent
To rule
To run
To hide
Belong - to what and whom in what guise
Becomings of sort
Each wrapped up
In a particular type of a suffering
Moving inwardly imploding
Projecting outwardly exploding
Violence to self and others
A necessary repercussion emanating from these states of insufficiency.
Representing nothing
Missing the mark
The inward journey
The inner knockings
Opening portals
Healing the madness of becoming
Allowing darkness to be a doorway to
Luminous life.
Gentle rhythms of homecoming
And all is well just as it is.
No need to wear a self, no need for much.
A moment-to-moment being.
No going, no coming, just dissolving into the womb of eternal life.
Not your or my eternal life.
Just Life.
And here Life weaves the fabric of itself into being.
Just being
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