A gentle whisper, a sort of inner voice without
sound, it is a calling through the mists of illusion and delusion and through
the tangled jungle of the mind and is calling one home.
The ravages of the mind that played havoc with the
body are slowly giving way to a peace, a lovely soft place to lay the head and
allay the fears.
Hopefully one will become so sick, bored and so
weary of seeking love, rest, security and peace with this endless media frenzy,
hype, materialism, fashion, celebrity status, political power and strength
through aggression and military power, dogma, austerity and poverty, rape,
torture and brutality that the weary traveller will look no more to the outside
seduction that is the thief of the mind and the hope is one will seek a more
realistic mind which will consist resting in the quiet mind with a relaxed body
and not see life through rose tinted glasses but by the balm of inner peace and
the simplicity of joy and bliss not through being high on substances or hype
but by finding the self.
The ego like the bored TV viewer with thousands of
films and channels, documentaries, the internet browsing, cars with satnavs,
apps and so much information that the hungry ego’s library is in constant
upgrades, reconfigurations that the virtual world and who one really is, is in
conflict and gets lost in the fog and glamour and distraction and so in death
or reincarnated back into the illusion of confusion as to who one really is.
The graphics in the library of illusion, the box
sets, the seeming limitless films, videos, colour, noise, violence and slushy
romance, super heroes, violent space aliens, sadistic masochistic pornographic images, real live
action war scenes, with action as it happens in real time(as if there is such a
thing as real time) all displayed and believed to be real and therefore
believed to be reality, but in essence mind stuff a fabulous substitute for
reality and if there maybe a real ’solid’ reality whatever that maybe.
SHACK
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