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Sunday, March 21, 2021

Force of habit

Changing lines intercepting changing lines. A mass of intersections and lights of different color and brightness swirling through the heavens. Each line tied to a thought and a feeling. Each line an avenue and a doorway. Each line a color and a potential. Each line both truth and dream. One line being many lines. Many lines being one line? All that we see exists in these expanding and changing lines. These lines are the shape and form of the world. These lines come together to form who we are. These lines are the fabric of the universe. These lines are the magic that shape and change the world. These are the lines that guide us through life. That bind us and carry us. That force us and free us. These are the lines that we hold. That we care for. That we watch and worry over. These lines are tied in knots in our hearts. Undulating with the beat of our heart. They fill our bodies and tell the Earth what we need. They tie us to the Earth and they tie us to the sky and the heavens. The knots and lines in our hearts and bodies are born in the Earth and in the sky, in the stars. Our desires are Earthly and Cosmic. Our desires are soil, sky, sunlight, and starlight. The universe is pressing out within us to be as it desires. Every part of us is a part of it, rising in us and rising through us. Our breath is the universe breathing, it is the universe expanding and deepening itself in itself. to breath is to create new life on Earth. To breathe is to change what is here. To reshape it. With each breath we change the world. With each moment we are born entirely anew. Life is ceaseless deepening. Ceaseless birth. Life is never the same. It cannot be, not one thing remains from one moment to the next. Everything is always entirely anew. Entirely different. We think it is the same, but it is not. This is what is real. This is what we cannot grasp with thought. This is what is here. We cannot cling to this. This is what we are, not what we think we are. It is not dependent on our thoughts or feelings. It is not dependent on anything at all. It is not attached to who we think we are, or who we want to be. It is not attached to our life. Yet it is our life. It is not dependent on perception, communication. We spend our lives trying to find it through immortality of ourselves. It is not found through maintenance of any form. It is found when one has perceived the baselessness of their identity. The dream of the separate self. When one dies to their main focus on who they think they are. When the heart of consciousness in an individual is freed from conditioned thinking. When the importance of individuality ceases to be of primary importance, when it ceases to be necessary. When the life of the individual, of the human consciousness, the human being ceases to be of primary importance. When fixation of attention no longer dominates consciousness. This is when the life of the human goes beyond the life of the human and it is seen that the life of the human is not fixed as was imagined. That the center of life is not permanently fixated on humanity, that there may be no center at all. This lack of center is the heart of the Universe that we know. 

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