There are different sorts of madness that try to get into our minds and show us the way. There are different sorts of people who try this madness provoke in us or by their deeds they try to achieve. There are different sort of weapons we can defeat all of them. One is love, another compassion. If we know how to combine them together we become the warriors of light, of love, of so tempting nirvana and death. There are different ways of learning. There are different sorts of teachers. We go around and around in the circle of existence, we are so stupid, we just rumble down the rocks of pain on each other and think that this is the way. And Jesus already said"I am the way" and he was not the one who was throwing stones on the woman that betrayed his man. He said "If anyone of you is without the sin let him throw stone on this woman". Buddha had similar saying. For him all this was vast and emptiness, and if you look at it from a distance it's really is. What remains is the perfect emptiness fulfilled with love. But not the love you know. With the love that only he knows who gets there. There are many ways of saying sorry and many ways of forgiving. There are words that cannot be utered and the one that we want to hear with pleasure. I have only one word and this word is love. In this world what can you be sure of? Maybe nothing? Maybe not even that you will die one day. You are sure you were born but maybe it is also only illusion, maybe you have never been here, maybe you just dream. Maybe I am dreaming you and you are dreaming me. Maybe all this is just a snapshot of something that we cannot touch, we cannot embrace and we cannot even think about. Maybe all this is just a one big joke that somehow we were put into. Where is a short line between knowing and not knowing. Where is the line of being sure and always doubting. Is it because of me? Or because of someone's else fault made many years ago. Inside me I see the sward, the same that L. showed me yesterday. I feel gratitude to him. He is a nice person and so much of love. This sward is inside me. It got there with your words that were feeling me up with warmth of your words. There is also a snake that we both saw at that day in your room. I didnt tell you that I saw it because I didnt want to scare you, but snake was there, and now he is also inside me, eating me, digesting my heart, my stomach, my intestine, he tries to get to my solar plexus but there is waiting for him sward. I feel that the sward is getting stronger, is shining, sward has its own power and I know I will use it when the time is right. I dont know who send this snake, I dont know why he came there. But the sward and the snake they are connected, like wind and fire, like rain and life. There is something about this sward. Whose is it? Why it's there?
All this just another illusion, another crossroad, another coincidence that tries to show you the way. The way is here and now. The way is love. The way is forgiveness. The way is reunion.
And there is choice. Maybe the sward or the snake is the choice. Choice is the strongest of ways and most delusive. If there is really a choice? Is it written down? and only when we play the right accord of the life then the life becomes magic? Then all is in the right place, we feel warm and safe, we feel loved and accepted, we feel that we are we and not them. You might even weight it. Simply in your hands what you want to choose. You can put out your two hands up with your elbows not touching knees. You can weight them, one will be heavier then the other? But what does it mean it is heavier? is it better or more difficult, does it have more value or more pain. more love or more suffering, more easiness or more responsibility. There are ways, many ways and many roads we can cross, as long as at the end of the road we can look to the mirror and say, Yes thank you for the life, I made few mistakes but still I tried to do the best. Please forgive me my sins and I forgive my sinners. Thank you life that you have been offered to me. I am leaving now my perception but you are staying here, you always will be, you are life and for you death does not exist, you are the only one over the death, you are perpetuum mobile, you are infinity. You life not death.
And what is there in this life to stick to, to get full of it? Love.
All this just another illusion, another crossroad, another coincidence that tries to show you the way. The way is here and now. The way is love. The way is forgiveness. The way is reunion.
And there is choice. Maybe the sward or the snake is the choice. Choice is the strongest of ways and most delusive. If there is really a choice? Is it written down? and only when we play the right accord of the life then the life becomes magic? Then all is in the right place, we feel warm and safe, we feel loved and accepted, we feel that we are we and not them. You might even weight it. Simply in your hands what you want to choose. You can put out your two hands up with your elbows not touching knees. You can weight them, one will be heavier then the other? But what does it mean it is heavier? is it better or more difficult, does it have more value or more pain. more love or more suffering, more easiness or more responsibility. There are ways, many ways and many roads we can cross, as long as at the end of the road we can look to the mirror and say, Yes thank you for the life, I made few mistakes but still I tried to do the best. Please forgive me my sins and I forgive my sinners. Thank you life that you have been offered to me. I am leaving now my perception but you are staying here, you always will be, you are life and for you death does not exist, you are the only one over the death, you are perpetuum mobile, you are infinity. You life not death.
And what is there in this life to stick to, to get full of it? Love.
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