In the peaceful repose of a quiet evening twilight, rest and relaxation takes hold by purposes of ther own design and within that design efforts beyond imagination come to fruition to help and guide us in perfect symphony of spirituality. Emblazoned with hope, the imagination withers and dies, falling away to our disinterest. Captivating our full attention, we seek to reside within our own set boundaries where none can know us but know of us. Alone at last, we remain as we have always been. Alone at last, we realize that in aloneness we are in very good company.

Wheel Of Life

I am the pliable self. Whatever you wish for me to be, I will become that. I blend in easily and become a part of the landscape with no conscious effort. Each individual sees me as they wish to see me. I am what I should be, no more and no less. Capturing attention, I become the measure by which experience comes to be known. I delight in other’s realizations and find comfort in another’s glory. Stillness of mind, of depth or of breath means little when there is nothing which exists that is capable of such experiences. I remain ever unchanging and unchanged. Immovable, what is there is what is there. The shell and demonstrations come and go but nothing, in reality, is or has been changed. To know is to understand and in that folly, Truth becomes all the more apparent. I am what I am. Nothing more and nothing less.

The Moment Of Now

There is a power, a force, headed this way and if you become part of the moving morass of humanity, then surely the future will hold what you wish for. Stepping outside of the time stream, awakening occurs and in that awakening, Life blossoms. Rushing into Infinity is never the answer to the question that seeks escape from within. Beyond the pain of death, immortality ensures it’s survival by completing the death poses over and over again until the end of time itself. Moving beyond the sights and sounds which continuously bombard us during sleep, surely comfort can be imagined when we begin to entertain the idea of awakening unto ourselves. Being the light is different than seeing the light, and beyond that all becomes one with no effort indeed. Striving otherwise, we vent the mind’s destruction upon the face of the Earth. Therein lies the difficulty. Creating destruction in our wake, we strive for everlasting peace and tranquility which ever eludes our death grip upon it.

The Goal Is Not The Method

Visualizations assist us in the effort of reversing the Master-Slave relationship we seem to find ourselves suddenly within. It is almost as if we wake up one day and discover that the thoughts which emanate from our mind rule us and determine how it is that we feel, and will feel, about our environment, past, present and in the future. When this occurs it becomes quite a shock and marks the beginning of realizations which allow us to find out who we really are. In discovering that truth about ourselves, a lot of effect must be sown to reap rewards well beyond any thoughts we might have on the matter. Allowing ourselves to reveal ourselves requires that we confront the demons which we have placed in the way. Visualizations is one, among many ways that assist that endeavor. In visualizing particular sensory data a clear separation becomes apparent between your willful decisions and that of the mind’s tireless quest of fullfilling it’s duties. Those duties, even though it is you who has created them, must be…

The Dead Tell No Tales

In the darkness before the dawn, at the time of one’s own choosing, there always appears a sliver of insight which goes by the name of Awakening. In the time fraught with hope, gained and lost, the ground becomes ripe for evolution to gain a foothold. It is during these times that great souls visit us and replenish our stores, allowing us to enduring just a little more ‘reality’, a little more bodily existence in which to find ourselves. Playing hide and seek with ourselves, we always seem to require another to assist us in our play. Clothed in our desires, clarity of vision becomes just another desire. With great effort and force of will, we conquer ourselves only to find no treasure, no rewards and no experience in which we can call our own. Owning up to the challenge, we forget everything we have ever learned or will learn. With each passing day, the day passes. Strange as it may seem, we are journeying full blast to nowhere.

Asking Is Receiving

When one asks, an emptiness ensues whereby the coming fullfillment may be realized. In creating space, we create that which we most desire. Out of nothing, the something beckons and ekes out an existence, seemingly beyond our conscious efforts. In destruction, space comes to be removed and all is as it was. The ebb and flow of Life is undeniable and with it’s demonstration, we find the fondness of existence. What joy there is to see yourself! What joy in coming to know that you are Alive! Deep within the recesses of might and mind there lies the joy which we call ourselves. Through it’s expression, we give life to all that we see and take refuge in that demonstration. Nothing else exists and yet life becomes precious in it’s individuality. Boundless joy can never be contained, and yet we strive to contain it at every opportunity. How many times do we shatter reality in order to ‘rediscover’ that joy? Perhaps the problem lies not in the joy, but in the methods of madness. Do we not call ourselves deranged…

Sooner Or Later

In the time between there lies a substance known as Eternity. It is here that Existence fulfills itself and weeps in the delight of estrangement. Alone at last, we remain peaceful and still. To know peace is to know otherwise. Belonging to no one and yet appearing everywhere, it’s demonstration cannot be denied. Influencing and subjecting it’s audience to vast adventures and experiences, still, it remains immobile and unyielding ever on the lookout for all that is not. Beseeching cries of temptation and desire, alone at last with the thoughts of redemption, it’s call to arms is heard in the infinitude of Life. Where it is, it becomes. Where ever it becomes, wisps of imagination leak through the veil of ignorance. Being alive is everything that it is supposed to be.

Born of Ignorance

Born of ignorance, destitute and alone, we emerge into the world whole heartedly with the hopes of an enthusiastic future into which we place our entire existence. Unforgiven, we develop the mind into our weapon of self destruction only to find that the end never arrives and forever takes on new meaning. Placing blame, we take blame and so in the quest for blood, we relish each and every opportunity to demonstrate our lust. We become the nightmare that we are. Losing oneself in the darkness, we ever yearn for the light, always seeking and enticing ourselves onward into the abyss called life. Out of the dying flame, we burst forth, ever youthful and in full vigor. As we dance in the shadows, awakening occurs.

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