rinse, lather, repeat, again
it's always different, it's always the same... it is not love I long for, but the physical sharing of it, not merely the lust or passion of flesh on flesh, but the bouyant reverberation of energy between myself and others on the same wavelength, at similar energy levels in the physical space and time of now in this life...
and the trust... for the love is everywhere, but the trust is very rare... yes, the truth rhymes without trying (so we know it is not lying)...
for the love is everywhere
but the trust is very rare
any one can choose to care
much more challenging to share
I see, I sense so many longing for spiritual enlightenment, for a sign from above, to be touched ethereally by some higher power, to feel some oneness with everything... the irony for me is that is where I come from and not what I am here for... I am here to experience the life in the flesh, the sharing and bonding, however illusionary it may be, with others in the flesh... and yet, when all others seek to leave the flesh for elsewhere, how to share...
the challenge is not to be one with everything for that is what we are (not matter how ignorant we may seem to be to this)... the challenge is to trust ourselves and each other to let go and experience this temporary physical experience without letting fear of it ending diminish the potential it can become...
irony?... perhaps the most ironic irony of all is that in the end, I am just one more being seeking something out of reach...
queue laughter (and more patience) and song so the dance may continue...
'till tomorrow...
and the trust... for the love is everywhere, but the trust is very rare... yes, the truth rhymes without trying (so we know it is not lying)...
but the trust is very rare
any one can choose to care
much more challenging to share
I see, I sense so many longing for spiritual enlightenment, for a sign from above, to be touched ethereally by some higher power, to feel some oneness with everything... the irony for me is that is where I come from and not what I am here for... I am here to experience the life in the flesh, the sharing and bonding, however illusionary it may be, with others in the flesh... and yet, when all others seek to leave the flesh for elsewhere, how to share...
the challenge is not to be one with everything for that is what we are (not matter how ignorant we may seem to be to this)... the challenge is to trust ourselves and each other to let go and experience this temporary physical experience without letting fear of it ending diminish the potential it can become...
irony?... perhaps the most ironic irony of all is that in the end, I am just one more being seeking something out of reach...
queue laughter (and more patience) and song so the dance may continue...
'till tomorrow...
Labels: bliss, energy, giggles, lam, life, loneliness, love, mtmm, peace, real, rtmt, seg, smile
posted by candoor at 11:59 PM
3 Comments:
"it is not love I long for, but the physical sharing of it, not merely the lust or passion of flesh on flesh, but the bouyant reverberation of energy between myself and others on the same wavelength, at similar energy levels in the physical space and time of now in this life..."
Yeah - you'd think it'd be easier to meet down the street those with who we are in tune, vibrating in harmony and on the same wavelength
At least for a moment or two!
But hell! why not all the day thru
ah man, tell us about the higher planes and how boring it was when you frolicked with the Devas and the Asuras... to get a vacation from the fukkin Oneness and enjoy the thrill of separation in a skinsack of mostly water, nuttin like IT!
let's give it up for love, teh lusty kind, eh?
I cringe sometimes by how... what's the word for it?... elitist?... spoiled?... out-of-touch?... snobbish?... there's a better word to describe it and probably less flattering than any of these terms, but hey, I yam what I yam...
how does it sound when I say (write) that I spent years trying to change my perspective and somehow diminish my awareness so I could better buy into the illusion of drama and immediacy of this life...
I think everybody does it... and better than I do it too... I think we're all born with minds wide open (even those born with different minds that we might call retarded or damaged in some ways)... and somehow instinctive fears are built upon by cultural fears, stereotypes, prejudices, and belief systems that demand limits on thinking and understanding... and it may seem easier to follow than explore on our own...
maybe it is less lonely or less potentially changeable or traumatic... but what's so bad about sudden drastic changes anyway? :)
and as the sweet refrains and words of Don McLean's Vincent roll through my brain I wander off thinking, well, I may not be beautiful, but this world was never meant for me either... maybe :)
YAY and thanks for you being here :)
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