Observations ~ 2

Every new page will honor the last. Every word ascribed provides lessons from the past.

Lower the pen from the page
Place the book mark
The cover folds closed

As we step into the daylight before us.

They fly overhead in purposeful directionlessness.
Seeking the thermal on the wind.
Connection with the flock.
Never lost, always found.

Flight opens the soul.

Seek the liminality of the mind.
Endless
Timeless
Here

Now.

Unhook identity
From experience
Its a process
Let go
Of the person

Who got you here.

Who do I have to be....
In this
With this

For this

The universe is here
Within you
Forever expanding
Always connecting

With what is.

The universe provides no credit.
It treats everyone the same.
The system a bureaucratic abyss
A playground for selfish tyrants and obedient slaves.
Do not let poverty define your experience.
Unhook from the shackles of identity.
See the universe in all its glorious dignity

Within the self.

There is an abyss here.
Look deep into its darkness.
Observe the reflection.
Fall Down and through Its the path.

To understanding All of being.

Leave the page blank Is this journalism?
I say yes.
No expression Is expression.
Silence is root of all.
Lean into it
Be it sound or scribe.
Hold nothing
Become the abyss

Glorious Empty Light.