Walk the well-worn path of life with destiny by your side. A chance to alter that footprint sent down as a roadmap, and we take it. Notice that veil that obstructs our view? See through it. Yes! Those clouds of uncertainty gone with the breath of a trillion cells. “I’m awake, awake,” you cry.
Now, that once arduous path seems so clear of debris. The steps, a burden to the mind, nothing more. And, what wonderful laughter follows this glorious recognition. Was it that simple, all the time that simple? A fool would know it. No noise clogging those thoughts. And now, to see the light so clear, so pure.
Painful it was that life of madness. Childish, but not playful. Ignorance lacking the true bliss that it bemoans. You see, we come to play the game of consciousness. Play it in a field of challenging perfection. There is no guarantee. Life here holds none. To be sure, the rest is well worth the travel. Knowing our part of it gives glory to all that is. What more do we need to manifest that sea of silence? In that sea lies the truth.
© 2018 Stefan Bright
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