I initially began today's Stream with the intent of writing about 'Time' and even had one complete paragraph before I reread it and decided that it was boring... I dumped it and sat on my chair wondering what I really wanted to write about today. It's a challenge. I know anyone reading this knows about the writing challenge. It's the same as any endeavor that requires imagination and ability coming together to create as well as possible that which we think about, whether it be inspired by sound, thought, sight, smell... any of our senses. Senses inspired manifest into a creation. Not all creations are worthy of being called a creation but they are what they are. Why fuss over the use of some adverb or adjective to enhance that which simply 'is'... no need, especially now when I'm just traveling along typing as I may...
This is mind gaming... utilizing mind to do something other than enjoying the gift of silence and no-thing-ness. Most people, I'm sure, find silence and no-thing-ness to be intially a stagnation of the mind and therefore will do most anything to transcend that state. We, the talking hu'mans, seek out others to listen to or speak with. It somehow comforts us in knowing that there are others like us, other talkers talking about whatever it may be that we find worth talking about at the time we are talking (!). Give us silence and it normally will not take us long to get uncomfortable before we will do something to alleviate that silence - tapping our feet, clapping our hands, whistling, talking to ourselves... anything to break that silence that seems so overwhelming at times, enough so that we resort to anything to 'hear' or 'talk' to break that silence.
But if we submerse ourselves fully into that silence without worry or concern, without any feeling of loss, without fear or unrest, we can learn a valuable lesson - Silence is the womb of all life from which all things come into being as they should. Silence when fully experienced is both the beginning and the end, the Alpha and Omega from which we arrive and wherein we will depart... our final destination after this physical body expires.
We really have no chance to do otherwise... no life form does. Life is born from silence and returns to silence. Life is not simply flesh and bones and blood and guts. This stuff is not what life is but what life animates. This pile of stuff is meaningless without that spark of life that illuminates each and every lifeform, from an atom to the whale, from a germ to our very hu'manity, no life can exist without that spark of existence that lies deep within every living thing in existence - from the life on our singular planet to each and every habitable planet in the vastness of the universe... nothing escapes the initial spark of life that resides in every living thing.
This one Light, this spark of life, like a candle sharing it's flame with every living thing, dwells in complete Silence, in-tune to No-thing-ness, omnisciently in peace with all. To that we all will return when our job is complete upon this and any other plane of existence we may find ourselves on the Journey of Knowing - our own
1.08.12
11:32a.m. - completo!
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