Love, at it’s core, is nothing more or less than open-hearted awe of All creation… It’s easy to love when caught up in the wonder of the delicate and complicated balance of All-That-Is.
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”Caught Up in My Own Drama…”
Caught up in my own drama
a single person play
a solo performance
on a tiny little stage…
Writing, and rewriting, the dialogue
rearranging the scenes
so very little to work with
so very much to change…
Missing out on what’s around me
as I toil at my craft
convinced if I can get it “write”
the rest will fall in place…
Delusion, like fantasy, the dreamer’s media
presumptuous assumptions
those foundational mis-sumptions
guaranteed to lead one astray…
Yet here I am, complaining again
how nothing turns out “right”
when caught up in my own drama
directing the soul actor of my play…
A Simple Expression…
It is what it is…
We are who we are…
A simple expression
in human flesh and form.
“And what is mine?,”
One thinks to ask.
“Love heals All…
eventually.”
Moments…
There are moments, like this one, in which everything feels perfect…
Disappointments stand hand in hand with hopes…
Joy and sorrow support one another…
Life echoes in the silence surrounding me, while the Silence mutes the sounds of living…
A cat purrs in timely rhythm with me, clocking each breath I take…
And my heartbeat, steady and slow, drives out all thoughts of death…
And time…
I am alone, yet I am Whole.
I am divided, yet I am sure.
I am ashamed, yet I am wiser.
I am complete.
*** *** ***
And he said to me…
“Did you know it takes three minutes to make a moment?”
“Yes, actually, I have heard that,” I responded. “Thanks for reminding me!”
Unquotable Quotes #31
If Time is an illusion, then so is Space – simply another frame through which we view our existence. The language of Space involves distance and separation. But there is no more Distance between “us” than there is Time between breaths. Or deaths…
Empathy makes us Al(l)-One…
“A Body Without Boundaries…”
A body without boundaries
an existence without end
bleeding through and exploring
a variety of dimensions.
Meditation leads to dozing
and dozing to dreams;
dreams roll over again
into conscious reality.
But there is little to distinguish
these separate states of Being
other than the transitions
time spent in between…
Where Change is
the only noticeable Constant
the movement, the action
passive seeming dynamic.
Reaching out to Others
merging and blending
influence wrought not through force
but adapting.
And suddenly I know
why the walls were so solid
the ego so strong
the identity so crucial:
for Water without boundaries
is a much muted force
no strength to blast obstacles
and so easily absorbed.
Soaking in unobtrusively
embracing, becoming
One experiencing An’Other
defining Entanglement.
Until no boundary exists
empathy in its truest sense
with only a tingling and a feeling
in the transitions between.
Is this then the goal?
To be vague like a ghost?
Misty mornings, and rings around moons
shapeshifting clouds in midsummer blues?
No limits, no forms
no lofty hopes;
just being, in this moment
nebula adrift in the cosmos…?
Come-Uppance…
In my self-empowered beliefs, I laid down ultimatums. And deadlines. And requirements of any proofs purporting to lead to truth. And the Universe just laughed at me.
At my arrogance and greed…
Time simply dissolved around me, like a bad joke. For it was never meant to construct reality, merely to frame it so that it would be easier to perceive. In the moment. The priceless, precious experience of Now.
And sitting here in my safety net, watching the world deconstruct in front of me, I see. I see how much of what I’ve accomplished is a mockery of All-That-Is. Viewing All with dispassion, but not a total lack of empathy. For there is feeling here as well…
There is validation for the seeking that led me here, a knowing that, though misguided occasionally, my momentum and direction carried the day…
There is embarrasment, even shame, in watching others flounder on their misguided way. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, and yet I am. “I told you so…,” teeters on the edge of my lips, and only the discipline of many regrets prevents them from tumbling out.
There is awareness of how my greatest gift – time magic – is nothing more than fallacy. A wasted effort, and useless in the ever-present Now.
Yet there is strength in embracing who I am. All of me! In wisdom and in love. For I am all that and nothing more, and there is peace in accepting that…
I am Here Now. I am space and time combined. I am the weaving and the thread, and the pattern thus designed. And I am also the loom upon which All This is created. And the chaos that unravels it…
This is my legacy…
My Truth…
My come-uppance…
And I can only laugh!
Hysterically…
