allergic living
Racking the brain as to the Mystery of Life hurts, can bring fatigue, sometimes madness, distraction in pleasures. Running away from the awful fate of destiny ----death!
I may never know the answer before death and will death have the answer for me in another dimension, realm or place?
Yet in a strange way giving up not in despair or suicide neither reckless endeavor by just saying 'oh what the hell who cares anyway 'and yet secretly not meaneing it, if per chance just on the off beat one actually stops the struggle, not just a relaxing of a tired brain, exhausted by the quest, the burning desire to know and constantly being thwarted-----a sheer moment of total surrender to the unknown, unconditional and not contrived------one may slide into a real letting go of the known and settle into the unknown where a strange beautiful calm, a grace embalms one and all is well and the unknown remains unknown and it is still all very well indeed.
Then the nowhere is the known---perhaps?
SHACK
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