We can not help them in their illusion. We can only help to bring them out of illusion. A man walking down a dimly lit path sees a snake ahead, whereas his friend, walking beside him, sees a rope. So to are the variations in seeing through the eyes of fear and the eyes of love. One man looking for security from the trials of life, when the other walks freely in a non defensive, open poise of love. It is the difference between night and day. It is simply the difference between life and death. Just because we are seemingly here does not mean we are truly alive. Security, comfort and knowingness are the advocates of the ego. All seeing through ego is illusion or unreal. It is enough to make your head spin when you overlay this deep understanding on all the activities that surround you. Seeing, perhaps, that a good portion of this life has been walked upside down and backwards even though it is in perfect alignment with what is considered normal. There is no remorse here, even those moments that were walked upside down will be used to open what we are to the reality of life. If we are willing to find out, truly, what life is. The deepest despair, the lowest bottoms are truly the most precious gifts when seen from the place of love. It has never been about getting someplace. It has always been about realizing what is and can only be here. Unveiled, unprotected, without resistance or the desire to fix or remove any of it. It is all passing through. This to will pass, then that, and that, and that, for as long as these eyes may see. The greatest promise is to see what is not passing, to see this so deeply that there is no longer a you that sees it. What is left will be the rope seen as beautiful coil presenting itself as love. Love will always find love. Namaste
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 03:34:41 +0000
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