The end of all tales
2015/04/07 3 Comments
Everything I know, or think to know, makes me sad. Despondent. Miserable…
If I remain within the specific – and thus narrowing – limits of my lifelong experience, I am doomed…Likewise, if I remain a victim of my anticipation, constantly projecting my experience in the so-called future, I unbeknownst maintain and generate the same flawed image of me, with its fears, shortcomings and abysmal regrets…
Do I want that?…- cause this is the real question:
Do I find any sense in tormenting and beating up myself?
Is it any gain in self-punishment?…
Or am I aware that everything I think I know is simply a point of view…? – a rather prejudiced and incomplete outlook on life, based on an outlandish story I have been inventing and telling myself…
Can I put behind me the thought of me? – that is, the idea of me being a linear creature with a…
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Trying to find an answer but non comes to my mind. Just accept as best as you can what you are experiencing. Tell yourself, I am loving this too. Tell yourself, and this too. Do not resist the torture that you are going through. Just let is flow through you without judgment. What needs to move in you, just let it be.
Hugs,
Salma.
Thank you for your amiable thoughts Salma. I will share with you the this comment made by a fellow blogger today:
Life is movement – a now movement…
Lets dance or sit Zazen and let our mind dance between thoughts. sway back and forth, turn in circles, gyrate and sing, stretch out our arms and embrace the vibrating, shaking, jumping; undulate your belly and breathe into and out of the Universe, sway the hips in circles, and feel the breeze of your breath on your life.
Do you hear the drums, the bells, the bass all moved by the beating in your breast and the pumping of the lungs? Rejoice…
Yes my darling. I read your words (those of your fellow blogger). These words immediately put me into an intimate dance with the Universe. It’s like I am making love with the Universe. This Universe which is me beyond the thought of me.
The thoughts come and go but with less and less detachment. Loving you deeply. For those who don’t understand love, they will think…. it doesn’t mattter what thoughts they have.
I dance with you with waves of love. We live in each other, for there is no separation. It is both liberating and vulnerable to express from the heart.
I am rejoicing with you.