Paraphrased and Trivialized
“Ignorant of their ignorance
yet wise in their own esteem
Deluded and Proud
spun by their Vain learning
the Blind led by as such.
Far beyond their hypnotised eyes
caught by the world of fleeting sense
Hidden in the Heart of every being,
subtler than the subtlest
greater than the greatest,
To go beyond all sorrow
is to behold the glory of the Self,
to realise; Death has no dominion.”
Taking care of yourself is the most revolutionary act.
Into the deep. Where the surface patterns disappear and the cool water envelopes you in silence. Eyes closed, drifting, floating. Eyes open, seeing through a different medium.
As the story goes, Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection and died, not realizing the reflection was not real. It is easy to say that this represents a sort of self-love that is destructive, but what does that really mean? Why do we equate an obsession with illusion with self-love and connote that love as negative? Continue reading “Gazing at the Surface”
Sometimes you gotta duck and cover cause you got no choice. But when the assault has passed and you are still breathing, you get the fuck up and you don’t go down again til the final call. See you at the edge or I won’t see you at all!