Guest guest Posted November 14, 2010 Report Share Posted November 14, 2010 Just a Small Prick November 9, 2010...and whooooosh, it’s gone! Life is not reliable! Death is reliable! Life is speedy, while the unknown has no identifiable quantity where time doesn’t exist. Just a small prick and life enters a dimension we call death. Love is like life, usually not reliable as it lives in delusion both from the giver and the receiver. Going deep inside, one can find the source of love to be ‘unplugged’ for reliability - beyond illusory love, ‘fast food love’, and unconscious retractable love. Everyone stands in the ‘queue’ to transition, to death. It’s a miracle that you and I are here at this moment, and strange, as well as hard to fathom that it’s like a dream and very temporary even though our nature is to prolong it in a youth that’s always aging to the queue of the unknown. All efforts and sacrifices become like a dream. Illusory. Trusting life, counting on it, needs the recognition of the heart and mind that not one moment of life should be wasted on anything other than a love of self and others.Trusting life too much can but us into a robotic like unconscious state of false assumptions. Walking in that space recognizing both life, and it’s movement into another dimension, one can become more realistic and appreciative of the wholeness we exist in. When that ‘door’ opens, we begin to see life in a different perspective. Life is beyond time, eternal, or deathless. As much on one hand, time doesn’t exist, use time to sit silently, closing the eyes, finding the inner calm while letting go of the past memories, and the future expectations to see here and now. Explore who you are, and what has happened to you as a result of the past. See that you are not necessary to be burdened with any others experiences, including yours that hold back a flood of the unknown gifts that life at the moment has to offer. Live life as if what you do today will affect tomorrow even if that is after life as we know it. There is no end, and the beginning hasn’t started. The journey is a mystery to bring consciousness and love with for the endless ride. Consciousness also just takes a small prick of the unconscious to see it blossom into a means of enjoying the deathless living that exists as a mystery of the abyss.Arhata ArhataOsho.com 1 of 1 File(s) Just Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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