“Clarity is that which brings endless value to the natural complexity we as human beings peak into as a portal of possibility”
Your Regular Straw Mandala
An expression of true wealth is appreciation, in appreciation is space and understanding, a field of awareness where clarity is present and true complexity in its fullest can be witnessed…
The definition of poor is an often unfathomable, seemingly unbreakable (to the limited awareness) low quality complexity, a masking and obscuring that makes life extremely complicated and difficult, even the simplest of tasks, of thoughts, of flights of fancy beyond the usual bounds are riddled with potential trouble and so seem ever more difficult to realize…
In wealth, there is an eye on the whole view, that expansive unfathomable array of natural complexity which is never overwhelming, but naturally fascinating, at the same time we have our feet on the pulse, in harmony, and rhythm, present to an underlying simplicity, both of that in which it all happens, and the entire sum of the contents itself, playing out as it does…
We can meet with any point and spiral off on an array of complex possibility, as yet another way of viewing the vast whole, and yet always be settled in the same center, wherever we travel it is the same center, our eternal home through the changing, the shifting, always we know where we are, we could be nowhere else…
Deeply, we know there is no division, no other, nowhere to travel, no journey to take, that we exist in an ever-us, and yet we have this portal called a human being through which to express and realize such a truth for itself, to the point it opens like it has never been opened, and come to know this with absolute certainty…
This is the tension we feel, it is the sense of this eternity and expanse that can’t ever be expressed, it is its own expression, as it is, whole, and as each facet of itself, each one self explanatory in and of itself with no requirement of further expression, simply as it is…
We prize expression through language, symbol, shape, timing, and such dynamics, but they themselves cannot encompass that which they are aimed to express, they are secondary, and instead become another way of describing what always is, they themselves that attempt to explain, when experienced directly are more direct experience, they cannot get away from themselves, their essence, the pure simple source running through all things…
It is still, emotionless, closer than any feeling, closer than any thought, and in it is an eternity that is forever fresh…
How can this be?
We are told, and thought, for such a long time, sameness would be boring, monotonous, and yet, it is a sameness that is ever fresh, not only that, everything that arrives in it as change is also the same, speaks the same essence…
To a mind, a body, making sense of itself as the stillness itself in which it is not there, and yet persists to be, as a field of sensations, and emotions, thoughts awaiting to be triggered, memories, ideas, concepts, to that which is though could so easily be not, we find a puzzling mystery, totally irresolvable and yet there…
In this, there is nobody, just an appreciative presence, there is no judgment, just the hearing and the accepting, all are a precious gem, and with each vulnerable expression walk into an ever-death that reveals beyond it, with each tentative whisper, movement, story, tale of wonder, of pain, an ever increasing eternity…
It happens, the events, and where there is no added tension, no flinching, no unnecessary response, no prescribed reaction, it plays out in peace…
Thankyou
Sean
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