SHACK 3022 WILDERNESS

SAHARA

In the silence of my soul I find myself. To me the soul is the awareness of my quiet luminous mind, not the mind and its content of thought and associated noise and glamour.

To me in that soft glow of awareness and its non emotive or evocative sensations, in fact the lack of sensations I find the peace.

I like bareness and starkness, simpleness and the stark beauty of what is when it is not tainted with desire and egoic interjections. As yet my home is litter and hopeless mess and yet my soul yearns for the emptiness and starkness, I seem to want to get rid of hoarding and acquisitiveness and yet I seem to clutter and want to take all my belongings to the dump or charities. 

I guess death will finally offer me the chance to declutter  but I yearn to do it now.

I find at times I yearn for stillness and the emptiness of the content of the mind junk and yet the pull of the mass of the junk and debris causes a gravity and sucks me back into its orbit and yes the Ego acts as a central sun in which my collection of ego data and my compartmentalised impacted trash form planets as it were that keep the solar system of the ego rotating in its seasonal karmic replay. I feel this is the wheel of Dharma and Life, the continuing birth and death cycles and its attendant temptations in the age and era they reside in and manifest. 

I am aware of this and hopefully dipping into the wildness and loving its stark quiet beauty and liberation will eventually nay now and not a moment more sever the gravity field of the known into the unknown of the wilderness of the Soul.

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