The Lotus: Sweet Ascent
I stand alone in defiance of my very being as gravity whispers "
leave me... leave me now... i am no longer necessary.." and my heart's beating increases pulse by pulse by pulse until i must lie down and regain my equilibrium that has vaporized into a place that i am unfamiliar with... that stranger in a strange land where it's not denial but acceptance of cluelessness that befuddles me and yet i know i must continue forward for my backwardness has only confined me whenever it takes hold like a strict disciplinarian with a whip in hand demanding submission while a 6inch heel is applying a most uncomfortable pressure to my neck. how did i find myself in this position is not the question but the answer is where i must go and i squeeze thru a pinhole, sucked thru with a power that surprises me as i enter another side which is completely and totally foreign but there is an air of comfort that i feel safe within... my mind dissolving until there is no longer a thought, a doubt, a question or even a recognition of what was prior to this new birth of sorts that i have been given by whom i feel i shall never know if the truth were ever to rear its beautiful essence and envelope this moment of ... of... of reality? is this what reality really is? i'm at a loss... but i have no need to know... how foolish of me. at once in complete surrender and the next breath i question as if i had a need for any answers. i do not. there is the negative that begs for acceptance - i do
not need answers at this moment beyond all time and space which are ancient thoughts that have become relics of times when the questioning mind had to know in order to comprehend the world that once was and was only one brief moment of thinking that passed as quickly as an eye blinked. only the truth of being one with all that there ever was and will be in this now that never began and will never end.... the womb of pure consciousness that everything that ever was and all that will ever be exist in a union incomprehensible to the hu'man mind that serves such a different purpose other than delivering truth over the limited search for facts and knowledge of such a infinitely tiny mote of dust that our planet earth spins about that brings the comedy of life to the forefront where we all should be to witness our own fallibilities on stage, each of us learning the foibles that we must transcend in order to ascend this swamp of opinions like -
~ the lotus ~
cecil
24 mayo 2009
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with silence
the final remedy
our drop of life
returns to
the oceanic.
our finality
becomes
our beginning
:
life living for
revelations
&
realizations
the light is full
and its power
soft and quiet
comforting our
weaknesses
into the placid
reflection of truth
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