You become unhappy in any moment that you assume you are limited to the surface, to the body of daily adventure. You feel partial. Deep down you can intuit deep freedom: full of love and light, full of wild unboundedness. Deep down you feel the capacity to experience it all but you can seem to find and keep it in yourself. So you search for the perfect partner, the perfect lifestyle, the perfect form that is capable of expressing who you truly are. Yet no matter how many puny fragments you meticulously collect, they never add up to the open fullness that you secretly know is your true home. So you compromise. You arrange yourself and the world so your sufferings lessens, but always there is the continual stress of hoping for more. Every form in this world dies. No arrangement will last. Your youth disappears, your body becomes diseased, your lover vanishes, your friends betray you. Pain and pleasure are to be expected; you react to the world of forms in forms. Your emotions fluctuate, your thinkings shift, your opinions change. And those too, one day will disappear as you let out your last breath. Your freedom cannot be subjected to forms, nor can it be fully expressed and captured in the forms of your emotions and the circumstance of your life. In truth you cant get freedom. You can only be it.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 15:36:58 +0000
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