One of the few people we can count on to never judge ourselves, is ourselves.

I mean, think about it. How could we find the time when we are too busy judging others?

wiping the floor with my face

I recline upon the grass, 
eyes stinging, straight backed. 
Watching the tender green blades as they tremble,
ever so slowly.
Chilled by the wind. 
My spine shaking and curving in, 
neck bending down, 
feeling the quiet numbness,
the hole where my soul used to stay.
Breath dissolving, throat sinking, 
brow furrowing. Rigid.

Signaling a subtle empathy as I tremble back 
to the quivering green blades; They send me their
   sweet fragrance; a shared sadness. 

How is it now, body aching, 
mind impacted, 
That I can feel so 
separate 
and 
          yet 
so connected?

dry lipped musings

Trust...

Such a foundational aspect of our experience of the world around us, if you think about it.

Without trusting that gravity will keep us tied to the earth each morning, where would we be?

What if we were to awaken each day expecting nothing but chaos?

Is it possible for any soul to fully experience this on this plane?

[....Sociopaths?]


 Doesn't it then, make perfect sense, to need something to trust in?

It is no wonder we all love zombie flicks these days

And in that moment, I was awoken to the true nature of my flesh.

My body is like a shell that is rotting.

The opposites of what we usually perceive....

A living, beautiful soul trapped in a corpse.

We are, truly, undead, because in death comes the true life.

A life free from this sinful carcass, rotting on this earthly plane.


Separated from the truth, the way, the life,

We no longer perceive what is actual reality.

Instead, we spend all of our days hypnotized,

Our souls shrieking and shriveling in our rotten tombs,

Drunken and alone, sealed away from the Light


Like Plato's cave, our eyes see nothing but shadows

Dancing on the wall.

A sea of self-aggrandizing, small-minded little bodies,

Our zealousness overshadowed only by our fear.

A fear of what lies beyond the darkness;


Behind the shadows, and

Beyond the unknown.


 To embrace death means to embrace these truths,

And to put one's sights only on the aftermath

of this current plane, this entrapment,

and to seal our fates finally with

Love.

The truest of all Loves.

Our beautiful Source of all things.

Our Father.

Amen.


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If you spend all of your time chasing the idol that is knowledge,

You will never know anything of any importance.

To God be the Glory, all pleasure in You

"The day you will no longer suffer is the day upon which you rejoice wholly in it. Is this not truly the endgame of all suffering?"

Neither Life Nor Death