Life the Great Mystery
Much has been said about the topic. However, this essay could be a short one.
In essence, Life is Nothing. All of the concepts that we, as humans, create about and around Life, are essentially just stories. Representations and repetitions of something that just can't be described in words. Or in any other form.
Life is Nothing. Which seems to leave us, as individual humans and people as a collective, into a precarious position. You are nothing as well.
The concepts that we create about ourselves, life on this planet and the causality of the world are illusory.
There is no greater meaning to any of this. No heaven. No hell.
And in this hopeless nothingness seems to be the paradox of Life.
In the Nothingness of Life is Freedom. Freedom that appears in myriad of forms, from beauty to destruction. This Freedom is something that our human condition cannot grasp, since it is nothing. Yet simultaneously, This is it.
Living love ever after? This is freedom. Dying in agony? This is freedom. Denying everything that is available here? This is freedom. Surrendering and relaxing into what is? This is freedom.
Even this essay is nothing. Merely an attempt to make a storyline about Life. The Great Mystery. Nothingness filled with Everything. This is it.
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The Relativity Theory of Life
Me is a plural form,
a number of different roles,
the aggregate sum of which
is zero.
An impossible equation,
where infinite
approaches non-existent.
In this equation
certainty
is relative.
Life is
99% random.
You get born. You will die.
There's that 1%.
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Breath Cycles
An impulse appears.
To write something about Life as a Cycle of Breathing. Once again, however logical or intuitive this appears to be, it is merely a story.
Life seems to appear in all of us as a cyclical pattern.
Breathing in – opening up into something new – spring in nature with flowering and blooming.
A flash of something – a change?
Breathing out – closing down on the old – autumn in nature with leaves dropping and decaying.
This cycle appears to happen within and around us. And as a part of the Human Condition, we seem to create stories around and about it. With identification and stories come emotions.
Part of the Human Condition is to have an ongoing negotiation with Life. “Yes, I understand, that Life is Everything. But is it that also?!”
“Yes, I understand, that Life is Nothing. But maybe it could be this, though?!”
With the Breath Cycle, there also appears these Realizations.
Maybe, just maybe, This is it.
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Beauty of the Ordinary
Not everybody gets to see the beauty of the ordinary.
For inherently there is no thing to be seen.
The Quantum Leap is to let go of the notion of separate existence. And in that all is perfect, Life is Living in the Garden of Eden. The Heaven on Earth.
This is the Big Bang. No time has elapsed, no space created in the Evernew expansiveness of Life as it is. Non-Dimensionally and Non-Locally.
Life is sacred and whole as is.
"And for This I weep. The beauty of what is."
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Dancing with what is
Throwing out all the norms, with no regard to what was, what will be, and even with what is.
Embracing the hyperbole of in-between.
Ah, Life! With a capital silence.
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Ponderings
- Who am I?
- I do not know.
- I am in motion.
- Dwelling beyond me.
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Hymn of Silence
Love is the Language of Silence
What is said, when there is silence?
'I Love You. I Love You. I Love You... '
And as there is no one to claim ownership of the experience, all that the silence echoes is:
'Love. Love. Love...'
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Cultivating thisness.
I love falling away.
Falling into the Mystery.
In Love.
Emptying in each outbreath.
Filling up with each breath in.
Life.
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On Cultivating.
Cultivating stillness and motion.
Cultivating the conditions for the inevitable evolution of highest intelligence.
Cultivating exactness and randomness. Openness and closeness.
Cultivating silence and sound.
Cultivating Softness.
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We Are All Enlightened
Some of Us Have Just Been Blinded by Our Own Light
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Nothing is truly permanent.
Frenzied harmony.
Do not do anything,
unless each cell is filled with the frenzy of living.
There is no bargaining with life.
All is simply illusory.
For one that is swept away
by one rush of living
is truly eternal -
For one was never there to begin with.
So stare into the nothingness
that resides between here and there
and drop the maddening notions
of what simplicity may be.
Sanity is housed in insanity.
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Whoa!
The marvellous existence of Life!
What a predicament to explore.
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How words just disappear.
How words just disappear. Meanings meander in the markings on the margins of life.
Subtle - can you tell?
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- Hahaha!
- What are you laughing about?
- Oh, absolutely nothing. In spite of my self; that is rigorously holding on to the dream and drama of humanity.
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There is no conflict.
We are simply looking at the phenomena of Life through different lenses.
And in that there is Creativity.
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LARP
Itself - The Game That Plays Itself - Life Acting, Roles Playing
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Maybe I'm here to write poems about love, to cultivate openness in life.