The End of the Road

 Wrote this a week ago...not finished, but I'll forget about likely so here it is...

Funny enough, the end of the search for God occurs when one comes back to where they started from without having ever gotten anywhere or anything in the process. The whole search started under the assumption that the truth wasn't what was known and one's true nature was something to be gained. Herein lies the root of restlessness, trouble, and worry. This isn't it. 

Equally producing of humor, there's absolutely nothing anyone can do about this except hit the road. It takes going out to discover that the sparkle of the Northern star pours out of the dust of one's own boot straps. 

With the setting of the sun, a moon may rise that makes sweeping one's own back deck nothing to be traded, a great diamond among lesser jewels. This results from the the fact that our own backyard contains all we could ever need: we can trust our own bacon. In fact, this is it. 

I find it strange that enlightenment isn't anything in particular at all. It doesn't fit the picture one had in mind. The whole game takes the sauce out of our own footsteps when we see just what we are, and aren't. The big tobacco doesn't account to much if anything while everything of deep value slips through our hands and takes the backseat on a trip to nowhere. 

Life goes on, cycles continue, and I wonder what really matters? I guess I still got some melancholy left in me. I don't think it matters if we're up or down, good or bad. I think we just are are what we are and there nothing more to it. We want there to be, we want to dream, to believe in something more, when that's just departing from the unchangeable reality of where and who we are. Much of life amounts to a lot of noise and not a lot of substance. 

Substance comes from seeing where you are and allowing yourself to be and feel just what it is that there is to be and feel. It's always here, but we have a knack for looking the other way chasing our own tail. I think substance comes from many small moments linked together that make a larger impression over a considerable amount of time. We can only appreciate this ever I folding nature if we wake up and grow up enough. 

This involves less rather than more of ourselves. It involves becoming the tapestry as it is woven. 

The interference of our own mind is nothing but ripples in the surface of the pond that we get lost in if they occur frequently enough with sufficient intensity. We say these are my ripples and those are yours when they're all just ripples of no particular significance making waves on the surface of the same silver coin. Enlightenment it seeing clearly that the nature of all the ripples is wholly the nature of the coin, that the nature of the coin is the sole reality in the Universe, being the universe Nature, itself. 

The thing is that as we are, even with our disturbances, we are the silver coin. We are One and Whole. This depends on nothing. We are not what we do not have, we are what we have always been. Simply what we are. What is. Not a small tortilla, not a big tortilla, just a tortilla. 

There is nothing wrong with who we are or how the world is because everything is just nature unfolding. Nature includes the full spectrum of experience and it occurs selflessly. This does not mean as a society we do not need rules or laws. A society needs rules and laws to function when their is a great enough tendency to cause harm and suffering. It does not mean we can behave however we wish. Our duties and responsibilities evolve as nature and our nature evolve.