Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2015 16:53:23 GMT 8
...You cannot make sense of it, define it, or determine its quality or shelf life. You can't theorise or philosophise its intensity and scope no matter how hard you try. It's just there, being. Perhaps, it's even been quietly evolving.
It's never not been there, and it never will not be there. It's just so incredibly still, because it has no need to entrance or beguile. It is perfectly content in its perfect ubiquity. It is possibility in continuity, it exists outside of time and space, but it loves to experience itself from different perspectives; through the illusion of duality.
You know when it's there, because even in its stillness it is massive, if not overwhelming. It will always recognise itself, and will always feel at home with itself.
It has many names and has been seen and experienced through many unique expressions, but it remains singular and expansive, still and quiet. We overlook it, ignore it, disregard it, invalidate it, and even deny it outright, because we think we know better. We let our minds get in the way of what's genuine as to protect the thing that isn't. Incredible, isn't it?
How many of us actually give into it completely? There's really no escaping it, there's only avoiding it; and you can avoid it for the rest of your life if you choose. That doesn't sound like a good idea, to me.
I think the universe primes us in a variety of ways that we may not understand or enjoy by making very intricately designed connections. The roots of our souls find their bearing and maintain their foundation through the weathering of growth and maturity, and then we ease our way into first bloom. Sometimes, our roots touch, and we become uniquely entwined expressions of beauty and purpose where the only sense we can make of our lives rests in that indelible congruity that we so hastily and insipidly call love.
But you know it's far too complex and sentient, and far too immersive and expansive, and far beyond passionate and orgasmic to be so pathetically reduced into a one-syllable, four-letter word. It's the very awe-inspiring, soul-enhancing, and life-enriching universal sovereign of unerring sapience and balance.
It's there for a reason, and that reason is within itself. It is the knowing of all knowings. All you have to do is just give in. It will do the rest.
It's never not been there, and it never will not be there. It's just so incredibly still, because it has no need to entrance or beguile. It is perfectly content in its perfect ubiquity. It is possibility in continuity, it exists outside of time and space, but it loves to experience itself from different perspectives; through the illusion of duality.
You know when it's there, because even in its stillness it is massive, if not overwhelming. It will always recognise itself, and will always feel at home with itself.
It has many names and has been seen and experienced through many unique expressions, but it remains singular and expansive, still and quiet. We overlook it, ignore it, disregard it, invalidate it, and even deny it outright, because we think we know better. We let our minds get in the way of what's genuine as to protect the thing that isn't. Incredible, isn't it?
How many of us actually give into it completely? There's really no escaping it, there's only avoiding it; and you can avoid it for the rest of your life if you choose. That doesn't sound like a good idea, to me.
I think the universe primes us in a variety of ways that we may not understand or enjoy by making very intricately designed connections. The roots of our souls find their bearing and maintain their foundation through the weathering of growth and maturity, and then we ease our way into first bloom. Sometimes, our roots touch, and we become uniquely entwined expressions of beauty and purpose where the only sense we can make of our lives rests in that indelible congruity that we so hastily and insipidly call love.
But you know it's far too complex and sentient, and far too immersive and expansive, and far beyond passionate and orgasmic to be so pathetically reduced into a one-syllable, four-letter word. It's the very awe-inspiring, soul-enhancing, and life-enriching universal sovereign of unerring sapience and balance.
It's there for a reason, and that reason is within itself. It is the knowing of all knowings. All you have to do is just give in. It will do the rest.
