Awareness, that is, opening yourself beyond the silly and often inane knowledge humans treasure far too much, embraces subtlety, mystery, and reverence, which ultimately coalesce into decency and a well-rounded human being. The mystical, unspoken, and even unspeakable grounds you in humility and forsakes the rigidity of all the “absolutes” humans anchor themselves to, which chains them to life rather than free them to experience its myriad surprises.
In other words, it’s not what you know about life, but what you are free to step into that you don’t know, e.g., you are greatest when you are smallest. Humble up, be grateful, and embrace the surprise.
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Unpackage yourself. That is, the labels and descriptions, the what’s and who’s you wrap yourself in, are not the liberation or expansion of a “you” you think you are or will be if you tell yourself often enough. The absolute smallest, most uninteresting packages emanate from your mind. In other words, if you must define and state the “box” of goodies you see yourself as, e.g., “this, that, and a bunch of other stuff you think important,” your mind, along with the rest of us, will always make sure you stay in your box. After all, you keep telling us what you are.
There is no box if you are “outside” it, and no one ever needs to know what, or who YOU are. Besides, you’ll experience more when you don’t have to kick at the sides of some silly package you made up anyway.
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The butterfly lands upon the flower, withdrawing its nectar, but leaves no mark upon it. Taking only what it needs, its taking is also giving because life gives. Not with purpose or noble intention but simply living in silent splendor that knows nothing but the kiss of earth, sun, and rain. You are kissed in such a way.
Let a soft touch, and the slightest essence of you be the only mark you leave in your stead, and life will give you, living, and nothing more than its own gentlest whisper. To know its embrace is to embrace it reverently.
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The “search” most embark on is more of an attempt to return to the safety and security of the mythological garden where all is provided and mother, father, and angels stand guard over you. Peace and plenty, no toil or labor, lion aside the lamb, and milk and honey to your heart’s content, e.g., “safety” is the search. You may find some safety and security in such a search, but you will never really know what YOU are. That requires the “thistles and the thorns” living ensures. As “myths” go, Adam and Eve were not cast out of the garden – they were cast into it.
Your life is your garden, and it is full of treasure, only hidden by your thoughts of something else. Let go of the security of “home” that once was, and you will find that YOU never left.
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Hope for the future is not the desire for something altogether new; instead, it is the secret wish that the good remembered either return or grow in dimension, e.g., more of the same. Present thoughts that steer you into fantasy and desire are nothing more than a virtual life, e.g., fiction. A movie version of what isn’t with which you can avoid what is. You are what you think” is a myth. You are what you are, and “what you are” is rooted in the field of “what is,” and it contains no thought or fantasy, hope, belief, or desire. Thoughts cannot undo YOU, but they can mask YOU in make-believe.
When it comes to YOU, if you are “thinking” it, it just ain’t so. There is always more to YOU than you think. So stop thinking and see.
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Collective consciousness is “out there,” and if you feed it, you are its “monkey.” That is, not unlike your own “monkey mind,” screeching and howling to a constant beat, whether you consider it good or annoying, plays into the field of what new agers call the collective. And the collective mind is no different than the individual mind, e.g., egoic. Look at the side you’re on in any collective cause, and its only theme is your cause is the right one, and everyone else is wrong. Your added voice-only fuels the already noisy, vitriolic rhetoric spewed at those whom you and your collective consider wrong.
Love loves without condescension, judgment, or moral superiority, and always with transparency. It has no ego and, therefore, cannot be joined to a collective ego. We are witnesses to a lot of ego in the “collective,” but it is not the collective that is sick. It is you and me and anyone (everyone) who takes a side and forsakes love in doing so. Love it all, including “us” and especially “them,” or be another monkey in an endless, unwinnable, clamor for rightness. Isn’t there enough noise without adding yours? Besides, the “quiet” is so lovely.
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Your opinion matters least of all in human affairs. What you know, believe, trust in, or hope for is no prize and might even be considered a joke. What you don’t know shows up as humility, kindness, reverence, and compassion. Not words or thoughts; just tenderness. Now there’s a prize! Love expresses most clearly when the ghosts of opinion are not haunting you. Speak less, love more. It’s that simple.
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You cannot hate for “no” reason. The very nature of hate is so-called reason brewed in a cauldron of beliefs, conjecture, points of view, and ideology. Some would say love’s opposite is hate or fear, but it is not so because love is an essence indistinguishable from any “other” known source. Like the sun, love shines on and caresses all opinions, divisions, judgments, you or anyone else has. If you hate or fear, you have a reason; if you love, you don’t. You don’t act out of love; you love, and acts form from its nectar. Love is sweetness without the sweetener. Go crazy, sprinkling it!
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Truth interpreted ceases to be true. The application of conjecture, which is the only thing your mind is capable of, sullies truth in innuendo and judgment. “What YOU are” reaches out in silence and offers compassion where noise and drama scream with other screamers. The quiet knows only love’s embrace and extends it to all who listen, not with ears, but hearts. Ears hear only noise; hearts know truth. Let your heart be the only listener and its silence the only words you speak.
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You are not your body, mind, or anything else you think or have heard otherwise, and the intellect of all humans combined will never know or describe what it is YOU are outside all intellectual constructs. Do you see? YOU stepped into human form for no other reason than YOU could and did, and as important as you believe this experience to be, in the grand scheme of things, which YOU are the author of, it isn’t. Lots and lots of stuff is the content of living, but it is not the makeup of “what YOU are,” in the eternities.
Outside all you think essential and relevant in human experience, hearing the whisper of “what YOU are” is the engine of infinity and awareness that YOU are the creative center of all that is. Know that “YOU” and you will know only love’s embrace, that is, YOUR embrace.