We humans cling to what we can see through our extremely limited sense-perception, that flickering struck match in a room with no walls or floor or ceiling.
We cling to our thoughts like persons clinging to a toothpick in an ocean, like persons clinging to bubbles forever bursting.
We cling to each other.
We look to develop a basis for existing, a base, a ground on which to stand. We put our trust in this, in that -- some image of salvation. A salvation that will save us without us undergoing change.
We are so clever. We even invent no salvation as our salvation.
A cloud in the sky has no floor. A bird in flight is only motion.
When we are the universe, we need no shoe horn.
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Good mornin, G!
ReplyDeleteNot clinging to anything this morning but it would be nice to get some coffee!
Love T
Good Morning, T!
ReplyDeleteI hope you get some. It would be nice to have some with you.
Love to you!
G
As I read your post, my head nodding in agreement, I suddenly realized some things I am already clinging to this morning.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the timely reminder to let go! The Source reveals such beauty to us when we stop clinging.
Beautiful post. Nice imagery. A
ReplyDeleteHave often found myself clinging to bubbles I've just created, while stewing in my own bathtub. Yes, I've farted at the farter--even though they're one and the same...
ReplyDelete--MCB