This
post is a continuation from:
I commit
myself to, with each breath breathed, push myself beyond the limitation of the
previous breath; as a constant and continuous letting go, as a constant and
continuous act of self-forgiveness lived – until there are no more limitations,
until limitless is who I am, in fact: never looking back, as I realize that the
only reason that I ever look back is from the starting point of fear; fear of
losing myself in terms of what I THINK I KNOW of myself and this world –
thinking/believing/perceiving that I require knowledge to function, to keep everything
in its proper place – yet, I see within this how I enslave myself and thus all
of existence when I do this, as I ‘keep everything in its proper place’
according to my memory of what that proper place is, thus keeping myself and
all of existence limited in time as a past memory to ensure that all will
remain in their place for the future – all so I can create a false-perception of
stability. I now realize that this stability has only ever been a show of smoke
and mirrors – nothing but an experience, and as such - was never real, thus I commit
myself to live actual stability, which is as breath, remaining constant and
consistent with/as each in breath, and each out breath: no knowledge, no time,
no mind.
When and
as a task arises for me to take on in my world/reality – I commit myself to
assist and support myself to in that moment, not allow hesitation; I do not
allow myself to participate in a moment of festering in the time zone of fear,
especially within: ‘it will not get done in time’ – as I realize that I am in such
moments the one that decides to create time, to thus then have an apparently
excusable justification to participate in my mind as an energetic reaction, thus
keeping myself fueled to spin around and around in a timeloop. Therefore, I
see and realize how nothing can ever be done effectively unless it is done
with/as breath – otherwise, it will be in vain, wherein I refuse to see how it
is actually a luxury to fret over time, as this clearly wastes time - and thus
I render myself into a waste, as my body deteriorates at a rapid rate, the rate
of TIME – time which I created to kill myself off, and what is it that I leave
behind? - memories, a world full of memories for the child born into this world
to step into, and because they are not effectively educated to understand the
nature of the mind and this world as a living-mind representation – the lie
continues, time continues, limitation continues.
I commit
myself to show the simplicity of what is required to create a world that is
best for all as a breath by breath living application – wherein we stop
creating multiple dimensions within our head to keep us trapped in an infinite
spiral of time zones allowing ourselves to be hosts entertaining memories which are feeding off of
that which is real until all is lost into the pit of a dis-ease as an
ILL-us-i-on, as the illness that we, as in us, as in I am ON, as a ride where I
hide in time, up and down, round and round – and thus through this I commit
myself to show how exhausting this game of chasing my own tail has been – chasing
my own tale, as the story that I tell myself that I am real, when this nothing
that I have become couldn’t be further from the truth - and I stand here to
show myself, look: you do not have to do this, as I instead bring myself back
here to simplicity: one breath at a time, as the only time that matters, as it
is working with matter, not an illusion.
To be continued…
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Cool Linsey,
ReplyDeleteCommon sense steps out of time!
A real nursery rhyme!