The pressure builds up, I find myself cornered and trapped by my own reasoning. I can feel this pressure in my neck and head, my brain, I can feel it like an elastic band about to snap.
I fear madness, although this maybe an assumption, I fear a horrendous disease, wheelchair bound and impaired and how do I know this for certain or anything for that matter.
This clinging ego will do anything to stop me truly letting go including a moments respite from its dictatorship and kingdom of beliefs including the belief of letting go itself.
These fears are well known to me and outworn, shoddy and stale old patterns well past their sell by date and yet because they are so ingrained and compressed and impacted and pressed and squeezed, frozen and indelibly etched into the grooves and ruts of mind tracks that seem so real and solid and offer security and the known although painful and hazardous and wanting so desperately to shed them, they which is me in disguise still clings ,for after all this is reality and my world and life' or is it? Do I have to reincarnate to find out if these old life patterns are not shed and take another flesh body or roam as as a hungry ghost living vicariously as a parasitic invisible entity feeding on others to experience the working out which I could not do in this body now and perhaps by death to these patterns and reincarnating in the same body without yesterdays karma now.
This can lead to a life of freedom. Freedom from what? Freedom from myself.
SHACK
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