Your enlightenment depends not on your efforts but simply on how you see yourself…just as the enlightenment of those around you depends on how you see them. There is no spiritual metamorphosis; the change barely occurs at all leaving no evidence behind and certainly could never be recorded. No, this shift occurs only in your imagination, privately between you and yourself. As far as the world is concerned, there is absolutely nothing to notice or celebrate. Though strangely, in this tiniest of nods to yourself, a quiet celebration spreads across every face you lay eyes upon.
Life, looking after itself.
The pain is acceptance. The content is the platform, the container.
What is happening is the room for it to happen in.
The point of this, is this.
To divide ourselves up into enlightened and unenlightened….how mistaken!
Why would we gouge out the eyes and rip out the throats of half our kind?
My strange companions
Rocking gently together
Through these dark tunnels
Filled with old winds
Here, we meet our end
We’d rather live forever with our nightmares than with the immensity of this unknown.