The Lucky Buddah, at first a blurry mirage of tired eyes, offers the gift of love to those who move into it's stillness. As one moves into stillness, a smile blossoms–and with this smile, comes the possibility of transformation.
Look into my eyes. I am what you know. I offer what you perceive as desire. But, what is desire?
Is this Desire?
Is this the pollen of love's flowers? Is this the fruit of our unconscious?
Is desire our fears manifested as fantasy and Kept in a state of ritual and role play. Hidden in layers of laughter that escape like bubbles of air in water, rising to an unknown surface that may alter the perceived shape of a truth that is no longer clearly understood as anything but possibilities. When one gives in to desire one must face the mirror from inside the mirror looking out.
Detachment allows us to seperate ourselves from our parts.
To do this we must remove the glue that binds these parts. Fear is glue. Fear is the grout of our collective mosaic.
The collage of Me. Myself. And I want you.
To want
me. I want me to want me. I need Me
To Momentarily let go of my Fears. of Our Fears. I want you to let go of Guilt.
Allow yourself the Freedom to temporarily reconnect the pieces that are floating about
Desire and Truth.
We are what we are. Resistance is the Garden of Fear and Guilt. And in our collective non-wisdom, we have found it necesary to asign the trait of weakness to the futility of resistance. When we give in, we see the momentary lapse of conscious reason as a reflection of what we abhor, but is this nothing more than a safety mechanism of our conscious beings need to preserve itself.
If we stop in this moment and ponder the truth, perhaps we can then clearly see that to give in to our desires is an opportunity for introspection and growth.
But growth is not without pain.
For it is within the edges of Death that Pleasure lies.
And Love Blossoms.
We humans desire companions for our consciousness.
With the blooming of self, comes the entanglements of that which we cannot control. And yet, even knowing we cannot control our movements in this physical plane, we still attempt to make the impossible possible. We reach for shadows of what can be, convincing ourselves that these shadows are solid. But we only convince a part of ourselves.
For that which has no edge exists not in our conscious world.
Our dreams are a Three Ring Circus.
Under a big top of delight eternal, falls the soft pink light of pleasure. It is not I who connects the dots. No. It is you who connects your own dots. You who chooses to read into what I write and what I infer.
Our dream-state requires no rules or theorems.
Our need to know the formulae matters not to our dream-state.
I do not need to tell you when a triangle can fit inside a circle.
Our Fantasies require no Formulaes to be memorized or tests to be taken. Our True and Authentic selves need no liscense to Be. It is our conscious that places such restrictions and obstacles before us, all in the name of co-exsistence. The detante of Being a member of the Human Race has created the Book of Morality and Being. And this is Good. And necesary.
But when this Book of Morality and Being turn into tablets of Stone we stop growing.
And we begin to wither.
Look across what is. Stare down your desires. Do not hate them; rather, embrace them ... but from within, for if you allow your unconscious to transmute and take on a form you may be unwilling to recognize, you must be prepared for the feasting that will surely come.
Change three things.
We think nothing of the shape shifting abilities of water. Solid, Liquid, Gas.
But what of Innocence, Knowledge and Experience? What of Temptation, Denial and Aquiessance? What of Pain, Pleasure and Ressurection?
Buddah exists not in a vacume. Nor does Buddah reside on mountain cliff so far from your reality that when you finally arrive, you do not remember where it was you came from.
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