The Prepared Page
Hello here we go again. The silence beckons me in with slow gentle
contractions, while the ego tries to trap and snare me, like a pit concealed by
foliage in the forest, deceiving as the ground looks safe and sure.
I am deceived in admiring the beauty of the world
and the forest and lose my awareness and suddenly the trap is sprung, I fall
through the foliage into the spiky pit, or I am snared and caught up in the net
and immersed in the glamor and seduction of the fantasy of the unreal
illusionary world which clutches me tightly until the awareness kicks in and
the reality of the trap and snare are revealed and a tug of war ensues until
the backdrop of the silence and the witness moves me to my real self and a
wondrous nothing of everything.
SHACK
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