Re: Why Things are AWESOME!!!
This is great. Im a WEEEEEEE bit drunk of sake and great conversation...
my threads have appeared out of nowhere and i am happy to be alive and witnessing the unfolding drama that is god playing itself unconscious and awakening.
no self censoring here lads and lasses!
whats more important than thinking we're so important?
thinking ourselves UN-important!
release yourselves from the shackles of self importance and seriousness.
allow your spirit the room to mock and prance in pure ridicule of your own importance and somber vestige!
who pronounced YOU the king of judgement and order?
who pronounced you the purveyor of all that you behold...naming and framing? making meaning and labeling.
get cookoo. get loose.
so the house of cards is teetering...
so the king has lost his thrown...
you who function on the foundation of knowing...are tested and betrayed by the vicious tides of willful wanting and unknowing desire...
be the rock that you so seek.
be the foundation that you desperately need.
for now where else shall you find your salvation than within your hallowed halls...within your trembling limbs...within your own kingdom...
be the voice that cries out its destiny...
be that loves longing for its own embrace...
where else might you experience the desire to be islands unto your own
where esle can you play out the fiction that you are?
where else can creation partition itself off and be an island of light alone in a wilderness of illusion?
right here.
forgetful of its own omnipotence...
delightfully deluded into fitful dreams of something meaningful...
truly connected yet unaware of the play it finds itself in, the ever watchful witness...plays its own play..
each facet of the same gem...
encountering the others...amazed at their brilliance....
unknowing that they all are the same gem...
i am thankful and humbled by my place here..
i see a world where lies lead to the truth...through storytellers words...
and truths told do not lead people to lies.... as they do from politicians...
i see a world where even the most mundane is a ceremony...
and even the most somber ceremony...is fodder for a childs innocent mockery...
-Your Friendly Neighborhood Thundebird
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