As I stand facing the east, the direction in which this suspended rock called earth is moving, I look out into the night sky, staring at nothing but playing witness to dense clouds passing underneath the moon – in the same direction. Heavy winds blow smoke from my pipe in all directions. The trees in the woods to the left of me observe silently.

Life is perfect … even when it is not going the way in which we wish that it would.

The incomprehensible mystery is magnetically inspiring. It is so attractively captivating that my curiosity wants to uncover every detail of its incomprehensibility. Understanding the unfathomable beauty of The Eternal I realize how much of a challenge it is to slow down – numb – this naturally investigative curiousness.

Yet, what i have come to further realize is that this inquisitive magnifying glass known as the intellect is its most overactive in objectified observation. Disquietude is reverberated loudly, with enduring intensity, when the falsity of otherness becomes the object of questioning.

When awareness becomes the ever evolving one movement of interpenetrative timelessness …

silence lives as the evolving, transcendent, unfathomable incomprehensibility …

which we have always been …

thereby numbing intellectual stupidity, analytical feebleness … petty microscopic meddlesomeness.

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