I was sitting on my porch, smoking, talking with God. Many times, it's a speech of surreal emotion, like the feeling you get when the faint blue hue of the stars soaks into your chest and elevates your mind. I then had the thought "and I do this with a cigarette in my hand." It was a self-beratement and my head hung in defeat as the ethereal feeling faded. And in this came the message...
Such thoughts of condemnation are like sitting in a glass temple, looking out the pinnacled roof, admiring the sky and myriad prisms and suddenly deciding to kick the cat. Suddenly the mind is consumed and the heavenly vision lost. We forget we're even in a temple, and kicking the cat never has a good outcome. Then we feel guilty for kicking the cat and a complex ensues. Quickly does that first glimpse away from heaven come, and even quicker the second, and deeper into darkness we go. Subtle are the thoughts that draw us away, and those of self-beratement tear us away from the knowledge that will keep us in harmony within. The Song of Angels, the Rhythm of the Tao, the Breath of Brahman is always there, and we can hear it, sense it when we aren't looking at the floor in remorse for our cat kicking.
Forgiveness can in an instant dismiss all shadow from the mind. Social constructs enforce a certain style of judgment, yet our culture is not known for its widespread love and well-being. As a country, we rank quite low on our self-reported happiness, so it is absolutely rediculous to base our own worth on a sad man's concepts. Take on such a man's philosophy, and rest assured you will take on his outlook. We create eating disorders and social anxiety, so it's time to take a drink from another fountain.
The world outside is wondrous. If nothing else, a silent time of enclave is as an oasis in a hellish desert. Love is born in such ways, and this can be a source of life-giving water for all. Worthy is the time spent in contemplation and realization, in prayer and solitude. Give time for setting name-calling aside. Let the ruckus within fade into the forest, and drink in the blue light of night. Our hearts are calling.
I was sitting on my porch, smoking, talking with God. Many times, it's a speech of surreal emotion, like the feeling you get when the faint blue hue of the stars soaks into your chest and elevates your mind. I then had the thought "and I do this with a cigarette in my hand." It was a self-beratement and my head hung in defeat as the ethereal feeling faded. And in this came the message...
Such thoughts of condemnation are like sitting in a glass temple, looking out the pinnacled roof, admiring the sky and myriad prisms and suddenly deciding to kick the cat. Suddenly the mind is consumed and the heavenly vision lost. We forget we're even in a temple, and kicking the cat never has a good outcome. Then we feel guilty for kicking the cat and a complex ensues. Quickly does that first glimpse away from heaven come, and even quicker the second, and deeper into darkness we go. Subtle are the thoughts that draw us away, and those of self-beratement tear us away from the knowledge that will keep us in harmony within. The Song of Angels, the Rhythm of the Tao, the Breath of Brahman is always there, and we can hear it, sense it when we aren't looking at the floor in remorse for our cat kicking.
Forgiveness can in an instant dismiss all shadow from the mind. Social constructs enforce a certain style of judgment, yet our culture is not known for its widespread love and well-being. As a country, we rank quite low on our self-reported happiness, so it is absolutely rediculous to base our own worth on a sad man's concepts. Take on such a man's philosophy, and rest assured you will take on his outlook. We create eating disorders and social anxiety, so it's time to take a drink from another fountain.
The world outside is wondrous. If nothing else, a silent time of enclave is as an oasis in a hellish desert. Love is born in such ways, and this can be a source of life-giving water for all. Worthy is the time spent in contemplation and realization, in prayer and solitude. Give time for setting name-calling aside. Let the ruckus within fade into the forest, and drink in the blue light of night. Our hearts are calling.
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