The Morning Post
In the realm of chaos there is a panic;who am I, the old order gone, lost in the fog and haze of the past, as uncomfortable as it maybe allow the past which is fading into oblivion of old outworn stuff to dissipate and dissolve.
The mind which will try to cling vainly and desperately to safety, to protect the known of its experiences and agendas and feel safe and protected and should it succeed then a return to the past will be inevitable and so the future is a projected and perhaps a modified past, this then blocks the inflow of the new, so a natural breakdown of the past in which the innate urge and impulse of evolution and creative endeavour and in that urge the breakdown of the old is felt as chaos, yet in that chaos is the seed of the new being incubated.
It is incumbent and necessary for the process of chaos be given the opportunity and chance to reform into a semblance or genuine reformation by the natural impetus arising from the chrysalis, the womb, the matrix and it takes courage for the old mind set ego to feel the intuitive urge and realise this is for the better for itself and evolution. Even the stubborn ego may get the message through the break and glimmer of something far greater than itself and maybe curious to see if it benefits itself.
Strangely enough there is an uneasy calm if one allows the process of breakdown to reform itself into something exciting new and original. There is a curious interest and amusement to see and witness evolution and the wonders of its hidden plan and agenda working out.
One witnesses the birth of a new self which was always there but covered by the old patterns of the past and the Universe Itself has to keep on creating and evolving and perhaps does this in order to discover who it is and amongst the myriads of forms that come and go perhaps it will find a definition of itself; however that's the game chaos which is the dissolving of the form and realising this is not me for all forms seemingly solid decay with the passage of time and so in that chaos of death the search from the chaos to rebuild and discover a new form holding the promise of a definite and solid identity.
The chances of any identity lasting are negligible but what is mostly reliable is the constant change and motion, the river of Life and its mysteries; here today and gone tomorrow.
Strangely enough there is an uneasy calm if one allows the process of breakdown to reform itself into something exciting new and original. There is a curious interest and amusement to see and witness evolution and the wonders of its hidden plan and agenda working out.
One witnesses the birth of a new self which was always there but covered by the old patterns of the past and the Universe Itself has to keep on creating and evolving and perhaps does this in order to discover who it is and amongst the myriads of forms that come and go perhaps it will find a definition of itself; however that's the game chaos which is the dissolving of the form and realising this is not me for all forms seemingly solid decay with the passage of time and so in that chaos of death the search from the chaos to rebuild and discover a new form holding the promise of a definite and solid identity.
The chances of any identity lasting are negligible but what is mostly reliable is the constant change and motion, the river of Life and its mysteries; here today and gone tomorrow.
SHACK
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