Sitting in the midst of my mind I find myself enjoying the revelry, enjoying the disorder, enjoying the chaos. It is alive. It truly is! Filled with joy, filled with happiness, an ether of life overflowing from all the joyous souls. How I wish to join them, and surely I can -- but there is a wall between you and I.
You can't see it -- or maybe you can, but it exists none the less. A frameless border, holding me back from you and you from I.
What will break these chains? Time? My mind? Your grace? Who knows -- all of these things are not known -- they are potentials, existing in the ether. What will I make of them? I the slave master and slave, choosing my own destiny with each step. I don't know what I will create . What I have created. I guess that each moment is an expression of a past desire, an opportunity to reflect upon decisions I have made in prior moments. Each present is an opportunity to create a future moment and reflect upon a past one. There is nothing in between, just the experience of our minds. This story we tell, time -- future, past and present is nothing but a farce. No, not a farce, because it is real -- but at the same time unreal, fabricated by our mind, our imagination.
The tree grows because the sun shines and the sun shines because that is it's nature. What is your nature?
