Caldus Posted November 6, 2005 Share Posted November 6, 2005 This is out of my PURE heart. Way beyond the scope of your so pitiful cognition is that lovely reality. So unavoidable. So unreachable. So out there. So here. How does one even approach such a universally-scoped term? I have a story to share. It's the story of being trapped in reality. Man wished upon himself to attest the fakeness of reality. Such a contradictory feat. Yet a plausible one. He wished that he could prove how fake it was to him. But he is left pondering around with foggy and incomplete ideas. Ideas that are like bubbles with tiny substance for a fraction of a second. And then pop. He can see how fake everything is. And yet he feels the real essense of it. No surprise that we're confused and chaotic in the inside. Perhaps it's all just in our heads that chaos is not reality. To attest, man turns to his own peers. He sees how fake everyone is. We display ourselves in accordance to only our own reality. Yet they see us as totally different than our expectations for others. We are millions of worlds apart! How the **** can people say they understand each other? We are worlds apart! We are trapped within our bubbles that constitute reality to us. The bubbles ricochet furiously off of each other. Every hour of every day. The bubbles lack any ability to form a universal bubble. Not like a freakin' universal bubble will work anyway. Not like it matters if we end up knowing reality intimately, no? I cannot fathom. I cannot grasp. What existence is. I feel trapped yet intrigued by its mystery. EXTREMELY intrigued. How can people live their entire lives. Without ever pondering over and over again. The very deep essense of our existence? Is there an inside to it all? Are we energy? Are we a creation? Are we a joke? Are we supposed to give in to certain instincts that we try to control? It's all just so temporary right now. I can feel it. I can SO FEEL IT. I bet becoming more selfless. Makes you become more intimate with our reality. Perhaps a sixth sense we know about intuitively? I believe there is a problem of categories in our society. We categorize in such a way. That the categories are inflexible. And missing major components. How can we be so sure of anything? Even our own senses? There are exactly five of those. And that does exactly that. And that equals exactly that. **** no. We can't conclude that. Yet our nature is to make categories. And be so sure of the list. That we totally neglect this idea when interpreting our reality. Our challenge is form beautiful and intricate thoughts. That neglect categories. That embrace expository expression. And intuitive underpinnings of man. Thoughts that don't care if they are wrong. Thoughts that can append some kind of chunk of meaning to one's life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moon Goddess Posted November 9, 2005 Share Posted November 9, 2005 I love it, it meets your philosophical side I can deeply relate to it Nice Job Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Miss M Posted November 14, 2005 Share Posted November 14, 2005 Hey Caldus, That's very interesting. And coincidentally, your poem has echoes of an excerpt I just read... All this time I thought I was of this world. For so long I have been fooled by illusion. But now I know I am the immortal self. I alone illumine this body and this universe, because I alone exist. Just as waves, foam and bubbles are not different from water, so the universe is not in the least different from me. Just as cloth is made up of nothing but thread, so this universe is made up of nothing but the supreme self. Just as every iota of the sugar that is produced from the sugarcane is pervaded by the juice from which it came, so also every iota of the universe that is produced in me, is permeated by me, through and through. Through ignorance a snake appears where there is only a rope. In the same way, through ignorance, a world appears where there is only the self. The world has no existence of its own. It is an illusion superimposed on truth. It comes about because of ignorance of the self and it disappears with knowledge of the self. It is like the superimposed snake which comes about because of ignorance of the rope and disappears with knowledge of the rope. Just as a clay pot eventually dissolves back into clay, just as a wave eventually dissolves back into water, just as a gold bracelet eventually dissolves back into gold, so the universe having emanated from me through ignorance, will dissolve back into me with the dawn of self-knowledge. When all the illusory names and forms have disappeared, only I, the supreme self, will remain. From Self-Realization - The Knowledge of the Absolute Al Drucker's rendering of "the Astavakra Gita" found in newsletter #66 at... link removed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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