Life has in Itself and its expression everything
to support itself and its forms of creation.
This so being means that Life supplies health and well being. Life heals
itself and in its purest form eternal and formless.
The forms of Life which include the human body are
meant to be healthy, have longevity and self healing. Renewal is part of Life until that form has
served its purpose in the great scheme of things. This scheme is built in to the forms and as
long as Life is allowed to flow unhindered the form will undoubtedly flourish
and recede naturally with minimum discomfort.
The gift of the natural healing that is Life, in
fact to live Life as intended by Life is healing and enjoyable, to go further
there in no need for healing, for Life is in a state of perfection commensurate
and in proportion to the form and its environment.
Life is ever creating various forms which is
evolution in various time scales some to human values a few days, weeks, months
and years and some for billions of years, some changes history has recorded this and others are slowly fermenting and percolating ready to burst forth at the appropriate time.
The purpose of continuous creation is to reach
perfection; however as the forms are substance formed by the impacting of
layers of atoms and particles, molecules and chemicals, all either empty in
essence and perishable then perfection is constantly sought in the endeavour to
make the perfect form, like the musician, artist and architect looking for
perfection and claiming their latest form as wonderful, only to feel the urge
to go one better.
Perhaps there is no such thing as the perfect form
and maybe that emptiness, space and the feeling of it as sublime joy is
perfection for it is without blemish, an endless beingness without beginning or
end and because it is so, its desire is to create its opposite which is form and
so the marriage continues to find the perfect form and return to its own
formlessness and so the courtship is ever continuing and so creation thrives and
strives unto ever lasting perseverance to make all perfect whatever perfection
maybe, and maybe there is no such thing as perfection and it is the striving to
be that, that makes life eternal or perhaps Perfection creates forms in order
for the form which has free will to try to emulate that which it feels is
perfection and so eventually join the pool and the ocean of Perfect Everything.
Maybe and perhaps this is the mystery of Life that
in someway we all strive to find the answer and keeps us going.
SHACK
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