We are all trapped in the present, and we flow according to our surroundings, but only those who keep in their heart any kind of love can survive without braking down or burning out in the pace of expectations. Therefore world can be perceived equally as heaven and hell for those who’s perspective does not reach out further than Christianity. For their dogmas, just like any others, actually do define what the present is defining reality for themselves. I’m not into eternal fight between satan and god, I find balance of jing-jang much more attractive.
Some say that God had already left that place and does not care for it anymore but I don’t agree with such perspective. For me there is always solution allowing man to withstand all what suffocates him, and to exist in peace with self and others. There is a certain speeding up connected with social expectation, that one that wants us to give from us as much as we can and as fast as we can deliver it, but the question of personal style allows us to know if the best we deliver has its potential when being given slowly with time necessary to be appreciated in its fines and details. Those who already know it, cannot hurry at all, furthermore have time to treat with compassion all those who know no other way, just fast running. Faster you run, slower you think. Finish of the rat race is on a graveyard but everyone ends up there anyway. Threat of the running ones, afraid of not getting there on time, seems illogical and actually when we walk, we can be the last ones there and die laughing. Life goes on for conscious of death for they’re not running into dead ends of cheating on it.
Life has it’s balance then, gets over the amazement and tragedy with the same peace and distance. None cares about tragedy, actually human thoughtlessness makes us rather overloaded globally with such events, but with the amazement things are different. Seems so ironic for humans to work so hard to reach such state, search for centuries how to achieve the ways of sharing it with others and then… it occurs that it was actually just for getting over with it. But the memory of the beauty and peace simply lasts despite the present. Atr is a great way to share those states, cumulate them and use them as the tools of getting over with the elements of evil within self. Yet there comes the state, far from description, while being in the present is not a trap anymore just the state of peace and fulfillment so great that the words that that put in certain order can only describe thoughts, can only waken up the release of feeling for the reader. Readers are unique so the words must vary when some prefer artichoke hearts eaten on the sunny patio over the sitting on the grandmothers lap under the apple tree in the mid summer when even the clocks are too lazy to follow the common sense of quantum physics. Such touches of blue can only approach the sear for the genuine, allow all presents to let go in order to express one unique way of stopping the time in the moment of eternity that is. Point will be unique in any way. Some will never understand it closed in hell of own minds, others will open for it. Point of reaching that state that is only up to the will of every reader oneself.
Those readers who have a trust and ability of giving selves up and surrendering to others in order to be taken without parallel losing self have easier way to achieve that than those who can only experience through selves until trust alone reveals a peaceful solution to them, but even then they stay alert forever. Wonder is like when releasing through sex once gets replaced by falling in love. It cannot happen without a choice. Such choice is only for brave ones who don’t care about social skeleton and are like the live hearts beating own rhythm to the very end.
Things man according to local dogmas is not supposed to do and yet does every single day so he can be free with every fiber of his being, in the most crude selfishness of letting self be natural mean fight. It doesn’t matter if his freedom is internal and good or external and evil. Fight comes with both cases, one comes from self defense other from those who want to take more there, where all is given. Human hunger to replace the spot, they can awake only by themselves and through their free will, shows the righteousness of internal development choice that shares love being given without interest just from pure love. To be better in that art one must be aware of ignorant who need the shepherd not to be monumentalized in such place. Knowing meaning of enough and closing door before lazy of waking selves, closing it with forgiveness and wisdom is the challenge for all, who actually decided to love in the civilization where only the things have a price.
Rising above vulgarity is nothing more than expressing the need for a gentle touch where the frequency of harsh push got many into the exhaustion and points directly that there is nowhere else to go. Many live behind that border of vegetation and taboos want them to treat each other like things, not allowing to approach bodies in sensual conversation in which not getting to the peak is the point but the way towards that point. Once losing touch none can escape further, for there is nowhere to run. Wherever we will escape, there is no way of not dragging that bag of protein and brain. We’re always condemned or rather blessed with our own company. It is only up to us if we like it or not. Liking it comes also with from learning how to touch again. Liking own company seems to be a wise choice for our own happiness. Once when there is enough on material level, there is always somewhere else to go beyond that level. There is no need to visit porn theaters, drink, get into addictive shopping nor go overweight. Present is awesome, because it is not defined by anyone, actually none except self can define present for us, unless we let them, but even then it ceases, when we are in the room alone. If we are sad or desperate being alone only the release of demons, not following other’s in their struggles (they try to share with us in naïve intention of improving our common reality) can help. Solitude is a freedom of own demons being released and trapped in one way street, the way they don’t come back.
Once over them, one can say the word defining self. It is not possible to write it, each must simply tell it out loud. Everyone does it, but those who are not conscious of it mumble self the tragedy. Difference is like a swearing or praise once heard from the other’s lips. Reaching the point of equal right to exist with others comes with realization and limitation of own intrusiveness on others. Than own word has the same right of defining reality like each one’s who reached freedom. Free are those who’s bodies belong to universal understanding of self but not ego. All who’s ego claims to be a link leading other man according to God’s will condemn selves to suffering.
Your choice lies in whether your perception of time gets over and over again with suffering as in continuum of time, or it stops immediately in definition of its non existence perceived as present – the singular, squarearea lacking, point on the time line. The essence of what it contains when we think about love or what it lacks when we think of hatred remains the same. Some see war as opportunity other as disaster. Some die some get rich some find human inside themselves thanks to war. Some see wars before they come and start and already build the ways of cleaning after them. There is never the last Mohican for people right and of good will are born in every second. To be free from war all you need to do is to monitor own thoughts 24 hours a day.
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