all human life is a journey through purgatory, it has never been after or outside.
in the end, all what remains is essence, part vinegar and part wine distilled into spirit on a flame we do not control.
all molecules will be released by death to dance and whirl with the cosmic wind.
all is crucifixion and dance and a walk to purity, humbly or not, a narrow path
between joy and suffering, a journey we cannot plan. all what has been returns, all what will be happens now.
between cycles and recycling life has its space, blossoming and withering,
all happens within and without, all is inter-connected and inter-dependent.
nobody is outside however much we imagine to be exclusive individuals, however much we do not wish to be understood and however much we long to stay out of context: we are but emanations of another dance and cycle, we are children of stars and relatives of the earth, the sun, the moon.
this is all. nothing at all is about survival, all is about the moment, all is about consciousness, about memory and about the gift of forgetting, about letting go and keeping faith and courage, all is personal experience, all is not about giving up but about giving in, all is about "how" we are alive and dying and not about survival, not about fight, not about goals to reach and possessions to harvest and keep. we die as we are born: naked. to live naked in the present is best.
we share this, so we "can" understand each other and be kind.
no more to say.
transcendence is to see and walk, it is an experience in the present moment.
Our blood flows and flows. transformation happens all the time, we cannot escape,
death makes life precious and rich.
there is no reason for fear. or to say it another way: fear does not make sense.
all of us carry the seed of good and bad: here is our only choice.
When we start to think, we should always laugh about ourself-
laugh as the recognition of human limits. This is what makes us human and takes us out of the animal realm. we are not plants dreaming nor animals just being. we do think, but only humor wakes us
alive to humanity.
and possibly to love each other just a bit better recognizing the relatedness, the me in the other, the other in me.
end.
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