The conceptual mind cuts reality into so many parts. It looks for deeper understanding of these parts as they relate to each other to find meaning and to walk well, This conceptual mind lacks the ability to see the real fluidity of the world that defies the sword cuts of thinking and the sharp edges of conceptions. If you must cut to see, then you break apart something that cannot be seen as it was once broken. The soul awakens here where thought and feeling become Feeling, becoming the life of the soul.
As good as dry thought cuts wood, living trees have so much more to say. It cuts until it cuts itself to pieces. Not leaving nothing, for the cutting mind builds as it destroys in an attempt finally to build something that will last. Or outlast it. It attempts to understand the world, the Universe. It builds a connection between the mind and the heart until they unify as the single soul that sees directly without cutting, without probing, simply by looking. It does this, and the feeling heart does this so they can go out further and deeper than ever before. They do this because the separation between them was a facade and they both knew they were something greater. The self here recognized the world it identified and digested to be the reflection of something greater, and that it's journey ended not in what it could find in the world, but what cast the shadow that was the world. Looking within itself, cutting and cutting deeper and deeper until it found and formed the reflection itself. It became the reflection and left the world. To go out beyond.
The world becomes consumed by the mind and that mind dies. The world most know has less dimension that believed. We miss that the narrative of our mind is not reality, the world, but only a description. We lose ourself in the idea of what we know so that what we know is merely an idea. We feel and experience so much more than we consciously understand, but we cannot fit this into our awareness because we depend on notions to perceive and experience. This is the limitation of the thinking mind. It must undo itself to move further along the path of Enlightenment.
And it does come to an end. The self we know dies and a germ of God awakens.
In this vast Sea the crying wind tears open my chest. Beneath the shattered bone and torn flesh lies a soft luminous light. Blood spills out into the wind, rain, and sea. Light spills out into everything. Beyond Death. I am born again...
Baptized in the blood of life and the white Light of God I come yet again to sing my song.
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