Currents toss me about, to and fro. My compass spins without stopping. I have no direction, no guidance, no need. The pull of waters guides me past rocks, through rivers, beyond lakes, out to the open sea. And then on the ocean, night falls, and I see the sun set along a horizon stretching to infinity.
Where are all the other people in this world. I see faces, bodies. But believing and knowing are different. I cannot experience them in my soul, but I feel connected to them all. All things exist within me. All possibilities. They stretch out into the infinite and unending. I am as much a sinner as a saint. Darkness and light are meaningless in my abode. For I clawed out my own eyes years ago. My skin is rough. I feel nothing, but everything is experienced within the spirit. All things are known within the understanding, the unborn, the beginning & ending. Like the breath that passes my lips and enters my lungs. It is a part of me, it is a part of the world. We do not start, we do not stop, there is no division.
Meaning is not inherent. It is created, imbued and given. But lacking meaning is not emptiness. Meaning exists beyond emptiness or fullness. Existence is. All things are as they are. Life's shortness creates its purity, for everything that is done passes away into memory. There is nothing that is eternal. And that is sanctity.
Even pain brings life sweetness. How can I express my joys, my struggles, my faults, my successes, in words any will understand. I am alone, I am surrounded. Let all things come to me and be refreshed, let me destroy everything that exists.
Love to all.
Where are all the other people in this world. I see faces, bodies. But believing and knowing are different. I cannot experience them in my soul, but I feel connected to them all. All things exist within me. All possibilities. They stretch out into the infinite and unending. I am as much a sinner as a saint. Darkness and light are meaningless in my abode. For I clawed out my own eyes years ago. My skin is rough. I feel nothing, but everything is experienced within the spirit. All things are known within the understanding, the unborn, the beginning & ending. Like the breath that passes my lips and enters my lungs. It is a part of me, it is a part of the world. We do not start, we do not stop, there is no division.
Meaning is not inherent. It is created, imbued and given. But lacking meaning is not emptiness. Meaning exists beyond emptiness or fullness. Existence is. All things are as they are. Life's shortness creates its purity, for everything that is done passes away into memory. There is nothing that is eternal. And that is sanctity.
Even pain brings life sweetness. How can I express my joys, my struggles, my faults, my successes, in words any will understand. I am alone, I am surrounded. Let all things come to me and be refreshed, let me destroy everything that exists.
Love to all.