There is this part of me that feels the need to open up. I want to bring light to the lessons which we have all already learned but are choosing to forget. But where do I begin?
Certainly it might be here, in a dreamscape, on my Grandmother’s little balcony.
A woman of great humanity and courageous accomplishment, of which you undoubtedly know very little.
I feel like there’s a barrier that needs to be broken in order for the brutal truth to burst forth from my finger tips.
Trying to practice vaporizing clouds but I keep getting stuck on the same question, “Wait, why would i want to vaporize a cloud that is so pretty as it takes the sun’s setting light so nice and neatly?”
I would much prefer to vaporize something that I don’t want to see…like a street, a car, a building or a plane in the sky. But I suppose it has to be something that no one else would miss.
But if all the world is my illusion…then I would not miss it at all…
I once read a book called Illusions in which a man learns to vaporize the clouds above him on his journey towards learning to fly.
I believe that it is all very true and entirely possible but I am having a hard time sorting out my goal.
What is it that I want to learn?
The defensive, egoistic, and intuitive version of me says, “Nothing! Don’t we know it all already? I just need to decide how it feels to remember!”
And the Buddhist version of me says, “There is everything to learn, for I know nothing.”
But the romantic version of me wants to learn how to speak to the world. I want to find a way to make it better.
I want to know how often it is that someone believes they have been chosen (born with purpose) only to find out that they are not.
Aren’t we all chosen?
We are all chosen!
Which of us will choose to make the good decisions? That is the real question, isn’t it, after all.