Life is real what I presume about Life is unreal. Life in a body of flesh is temporary, a brief stay and I might think this is all life is. Take good care of this lovely body is it OK up to a point, supplements, exercise, good sleep, food as pure as one get it and so on. Doctors and health professionals diets and fads, seeking immortality by all means, forever youthful can be an obsession and therefore cause anxiety and stress so defeating the idea of glowing longevity.
Grow like a tree is a well known Eastern quote. The tree cannot ask for help as humans know it, it relies on nature and the creator of Mother Earth and that is to supply its needs, in drought it withers and ceases to be just a dead thing, in bountiful times with the weather commensurate to its growth it is green, full of sap and is in its turn a shelter and life sustenance to birds nests, ants, monkeys and the falling leaves as compost and much more.
'Consider the lilies of the field they toil not neither do they spin' and they get their nourishment as do the birds, 'think not of the morrow for the morrow will take care of itself'. Yet these fine quotations are exactly what my programmes and brainwashed brain does not want to hear and yet it does struggle to incorporate because it does not really like the task of protecting its larder of falsities and compromises and the energy spent sustaining its false image, which at this time seems to be a world of political and religious ethos. Hence fake news, fake identities, intrigue and mayhem.
Trying to define life is merely defining it from my own thoughts, programming and conditioned responses, Life is beyond presumption, eloquent writing or expression. Life has its own inimitable footprint and signature, far beyond the human mind capacity. 'Before language were symbols' before logic and technique came there were natures gift and the native mind did not think as so called sophisticated homo sapien's do. The rustle of the leaves, the call of the bird, the graceful lope of the animals, the silky snake, the gliding fish and the delight of the quiet, the sweet smell of air and flowers, the gift of the trees and the echo in ones heart and in these modern times amidst the traffic a bird call that others may not hear because they are on their phones or head buried in the paper and then at home the constant TV or Radio on, answer phone messages and so on. Yet my hearts delights and I smile when I see a bird, squirrel, cat or dog in my garden, the flowers and trees are my delight and companions because they share the quietness with me and we grow together in it.
These days one has to work to keep ones life in tact. I am fortunate I have a small pension, and yet ample if I do not subscribe to the advertising and the fashion of the day, the trendy marketing and glamour and the thrill of sport and the fascination with intrigue and horror. But Life carries on with or without anything one can define, far beyond the body, earth, solar system, galaxies and the universe and its multi dimensions. Life goes on when massive stars explode, when the sun will go, when there appears to be nothing, empty a void, a desert of empty so perceived sterility. At this point I can give up to uselessness and depression and seek those very distractions that fill the gap of seeming emptiness and these very distractions are indeed empty at the most sensually fulfilling and enticing, seductive and cause addiction because they seem to give meaning, and like a pain killer temporary until the nagging pain of 'what is life and why am I here and its too complicated and after all no one really knows, so flick through the TV channels, eat the chocolate, read spy stories and James Bond films galore. Then oh god, death, its finality and yet to some a relief from the pain of fleshly life, from futile work just to make money, war, disease, old age, oh if I had money I could afford to live in a warmer climate, retire to a care home of quality and not a government care home where I am doped up and sleep in front of a TV and take endless pills and slop foods.
It is letting go of trying to fathom the mystery of life and its source that may bring the answers. Because life and its source is outside the realm of human logic and supposition that one has to go outside the box of the brain intellect and so far accumulated thought and experience and by just being quiet and observing in that quietness, yes a kind of empty mind and going through intrusive itching, stiffness, tense body and busting thought intrusion, just letting the sensations pour through one without resistance, like on the death bed, just letting things collapse, only the awareness witnessing the cessation of every thought and relaxing of the body and there is a chance that something else enters, actually it has been waiting in the wings of the theatre of ones mind, it is Life and should one just surrender to that quiet interlude then one may catch a glimpse, snatch a reprieve from death and mortality. For Life is and always will be whether we like it not, it is the backdrop of all there is.
'Be still and know I am God within you', Be still and feel I am Life within you', 'Be empty of thought of your own making so that you may know by feeling that I AM' 'Be still and know I am what I Am beyond definition and words' ' Be still and Life will speak to you in its own special way' Be still in the wilderness of the quiet desert of the soul and listen out for the small whispering quiet voice of Life and if there in no voice rest in the inner peace and tranquillity and fill up with nourishing replenishment'
SHACK
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