Yesterday in sitting I see it: My thoughts wander, and « I » follows, running in aimless circles along trails that just double back onto themselves. This is going nowhere, blindly, incessantly yearning to come and arrive. Then for a half-second « I » turns to find in a still clearing the silent face of death looking back, unmasked, calm, ageless. I meet it, eye to eye; we meet, eye to eye.
I see it: I must die, take leave of the thought frenzy leading only to thought frenzy leading only to thought frenzy… The subject (I) must die to become free of the objects that are keeping it alive as subject but are killing the irreducible essence of endless life in the limitless wild fields of being: les contrées sans balises.
I see it: I must die to live.
The never ending story of just sitting and never knowing if I’ll be able to die again today, or wander around aimlessly 🙂
The perfect life is now. It’s entirely mine to receive, flooding me in torrents when I open the gates: Yes.
" si le grain ne meurt…"
out of the bible
When it is not important anymore we are ‘living’ or ‘dying’
we dyed a death that is not ours –
we ‘re born a birth that is not ours ?
for everything is one energy
for everything is perfect as it is.
Powerful, liberating language.
Die the Great Death.
Like frost in the morning of a warm day in April…