Stillness is the way out of the repetitive program of the world. A still mind is blessed, no spinning expectations for making it better while caught in the web of perpetually churning more of the same. Apparently, the person has to suffer enough before coming to this realization.
The person is obsessed with its world unable to stop and view the reality, fear driving it away from the truth right now. Could this be the wrong step humanity is taking recreating its tomorrows from its yesterdays? Could this be why humanity is forever bound in its past? How can one be cosmically aware when one is entangled in the program? Silently looking at the perpetually inert, the leaders in every field unable to see beyond their entrenchment, the politically astute, the self acclaimed religious elites, all can be seen as facets of humanity gone wrong.
Is there real intelligence shining through any of this projection? Certainly not in the mental construct.
Extracting your world from my being, I look at the bird soaring through the air with food in its beak for its young; no issues involved, just the beauty of life doing its natural thing. In the quiet stillness I see the blessed earth with nothing but compassion arising for the blight of the human mind. In this stillness I see the mayhem robotically churning the mental program of the wretched. I see the ending of it all in an instant, the great tsunami sweeping across every horizon, dementation frantically endeavoring to fulfill expection and all expectations ended.
So what is the answer? Be still and know I am. Stillness alone is the way out of the whirlpool.
The person is obsessed with its world unable to stop and view the reality, fear driving it away from the truth right now. Could this be the wrong step humanity is taking recreating its tomorrows from its yesterdays? Could this be why humanity is forever bound in its past? How can one be cosmically aware when one is entangled in the program? Silently looking at the perpetually inert, the leaders in every field unable to see beyond their entrenchment, the politically astute, the self acclaimed religious elites, all can be seen as facets of humanity gone wrong.
Is there real intelligence shining through any of this projection? Certainly not in the mental construct.
Extracting your world from my being, I look at the bird soaring through the air with food in its beak for its young; no issues involved, just the beauty of life doing its natural thing. In the quiet stillness I see the blessed earth with nothing but compassion arising for the blight of the human mind. In this stillness I see the mayhem robotically churning the mental program of the wretched. I see the ending of it all in an instant, the great tsunami sweeping across every horizon, dementation frantically endeavoring to fulfill expection and all expectations ended.
So what is the answer? Be still and know I am. Stillness alone is the way out of the whirlpool.
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