There exists no separation. |the One|the One who seeks|
I thought about being perfect a time or two, thought about possessing all the answers to questions both asked and unasked, but then I thought about the truth. Illusion. It has always been the illusion of the seeker, and we are reminded of this in every moment that we fall from grace, from the very pedastal we’ve gifted ourselves. Not all things are gifts. Not every art of practice is to be mastered. Not every game is to be played. This we come to know in the quiet caves of a mind often haunted by the dark glare of the light. Is that a shadow I see behind me, to the side of me, at times seemingly in front of me leading me there along still waters of undoing? What of my life have I undone from which I may grow? What in my life am I doing that reveal lessons still to be learned? Is this not the journey? Is this not the way of a life human, clothed in the intricate details of fearless abandon? We abandon all things in the very moment that we turn away from attempting to possess all of the answers. We have only within the penetrating questions that guide us. We are led. And we go there, wherever there is to go that we might arrive, whole. Even in our most collapsed states, in our weakest times are we reflections of the highest form of |BE|ing. This is perfection enough. This is the only answer needed: I am, and I am becoming. You are, and you, too, are becoming.
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