We had a tiff, one that brought two weeks of tears and a breaking of the heart — I couldn’t understand the want for separation! At that time he was going through a tough time but I was oblivious to his ‘feelings’ as I was ‘void’ of those.
Two years later, he passed on.
I wasn’t bitter nor was I sad. I then realized that his wanting to be free was for ‘me’ to be free, but I have at that time been ‘free’, in a way inexplicable to many who never understood themselves.
I was a child then. What do children know about adult emotions?
Illusion, imageries, what you read and understand or have lived and experienced, by the way you vouch your words etcétéra … ‘should’ at least reflect a sapient comprehension and comportment. You however can sometimes be clueless but please do not be too harsh on yourself. It’s not easy being labelled human let alone ‘nothing’!
But you know your ‘selves’ better.
The ‘whole’ is one indivisible. To want ‘non-dependence’ is to be ‘complete’, a ‘whole’ with everything despite one is never a thing … of course in a world of dualities, separation can sometimes be inevitable. Scending the selves encompass the ‘emptiness’ — Realise that, and ‘you’ are free!
But one needs to work at the self diligently … self-realization is the answer to all the quandaries. If one opens not to oneself, attaining to one’s nature, fully living the very essence of ‘being’, then ‘life’ is just as transient as the rising and setting of the sun. However if one is ascertained of the cosmological communion as one would comprehend the nature of the breath, one’s ‘life’ is complete for therein that indivisible centre, not only does one observe the worlds in the symphony, one literally … commands it.
That is the rebirth, the scenscion that is most often sought in these last days. If one can comprehend the beginning and ending of the multiverse as the birth and death of the ‘self’, then awakening to the ‘collective’ whole macro and microcosm relates to the meso even to the most minutiæ.
Every breath is related as every heartbeat to the dance — nothing is separated from the ‘other’.
When one isn’t centered, one ‘perceives’ the ‘separation’ in the multiverse. The milkyway, the planets each labelled by scientists, the stars, the raindrops, the monsoon, the earthquakes … all that is an on-going symphony but we never read it the way as the perfected had taught us — we erred in the nothingness, and we forget that that emptiness does not entertain arrogance, nor pride. Yet we are proud of every single event, of every single emotional experience.
Of every thing.
The new world has no place for arrogance, that ‘thereafter’ that the one whole ‘collective’ experience will taste after a lapse of a few seconds in the ‘in-time’ has no place for such ignobleness. It really is the moment to awaken one’s ‘conscience’, embracing the polarities within the self, to realise the Kingdom within, without.