Do
I just pray and thank Mother Earth, Sister Moon, Father Sun and the Great White
Spirit, The great Luminous One, God Almighty, Father-Mother God, my ancestors
and Uncle Tom Cobley and all? Is it just
an insurance, a placation and out of fear that when I die I go to hell, become
a hungry wandering ghost, have a ghastly terrible painful illness, reincarnate into a worse set of situations or would
oblivion be better. Mind you heaven maybe a better option. Perhaps I am not just
doing lip service and do mean it---oh boy.
I
like what came into mind; mysteriously working in the background of my being
the process is going on behind the scenes.
Not
knowing who I am and residing in that is great.
There
isn't an I, so there is nothing to worry about erhmmmm!!!?
The
stories and fantasies I tell to myself makes a myself, and to give me an
identity and endeavour to establish a me, an identity, a passport, however
they are a trap, they snare me in a merry go round to a limited experience and
is always in the past only a replay of the past and not the future. Is this life or
a round about?
Do
I really believe that by doing juicing, Qi Gong, Meditation and all other
routines that it will bring enlightenment or is enlightenment a trap as well
are all these things going to bring peace of mind, especially when I miss doing
them they bring doubt and fear and anxiety? Are these more insurance policies, are these more structures that build
an identity, a sort of core which is a bundle of key elements of thought that
assume an illusionary reality that seems so solid and convincing.
Gentle
smooth thoughts create a supple flexible body. Beauty is love in form.
In
nature I notice the way animals have a natural grace, suppleness, an ease, even
trees swaying in the breeze, there is grace and naturalness. I feel that that this is because they have no
self image to live up to, perhaps they do not have the complexities of
humans and live a simple life, no guilt’s accept when humans domestic them and
try to make them human and scold them for messing and scratching and to humans
being naughty when the pet is yearning to be itself. I would love to be loose
and be like a child, have fun and not yet screwed up and tight in body and mind by trying to be human.
SHACK
