The more I loose, the greater is my challenge to be myself as for what I am. When boundaries dissolve I enter my core, and when I enter my core I become afraid of who I am. Its not that I cannot embrace moments of well-being, because I do. It is just that the grandiosity of self in its answers is totally mind blowing, that for some moments I am compelled to take a step back in examination of it. With this examination, I do realize that fear is an engine of direction; if you know where not to go, and what not to do, you have an opening to what you may be truly wishing for. What our subconscious minds are in correlation with our gathered experience, genetic codings, and society as a mass reactor to ourselves is but one interconnected web of functionality. Nothing works alone. So when I say the more I loose; I mean the letting go of what no longer serves me within direct action, left behind within memory, for in doing so I am faced with a newer questioning. If I do not desire to be empty, which I cannot be for I am existing waiting to deliver, what does serve me, and therefore what are my core values -- who am I if I am real? Life seems to be deeply embedded by this autonomously self seeking mechanism surrounded around one very question that opens the doors of wonder to the world. Who am I, and if I am this, what is the world that I have constructed over time? Who are they? And in the end all together from the focal point of self-perception, who are we and where are we going, and how may I alter this vision of the worlds in order to best suit myself? If I am the visionary creator patiently awaiting to act on turning tangential equations of self into a holistic system of self incorporation into other. Love must again be the answer, for in the seeking of other we create a new self to be made by extending our limits, not merely to escape individuality, but to make individuality a collective experience at heart by realizing it has always been. I am, you are, we are, were all the same as a whole, because were all in the makings of one universe, each unique in our part, each in ourselves worlds of our own, to be or not to be shared with the world, to be or not to be revealed.
Posted on: Tue, 27 May 2014 16:28:35 +0000