Reflections Of Self
As I continue on my walk it becomes an analogy of life, once more I retreat into the inner recesses of my mind. I stand at the precipice of perception, staring into the abyss and highlighting the fallacies and malfeasance that have woven themselves into every sphere of our society. As the abyss stares back at me, I understand it is both real but that which I focus upon are equally a reflection of my inner hopes, fears, successes and failures.
When I first faced the darkness and stared into its silent night, I understood that I was also here to slay my own demons, to let go of all that I held onto, all I had allowed to define me. Whilst we stumble through life seeking external answers to our internal conundrums, ultimately this journey is a discovery of self. But, by understanding the true essence of self we can begin to glimpse the power and validity of selflessness.
Where am I? I've become so lost in my dreams I almost forgot I was on a walk. As the path snakes from left to right, and as I'm drawn back into the immediacy of the moment, through the trees I glimpse a house! No path, no drive, and after a cursory check of the map, seemingly (officially) no house. Of course, being investigative in spirit I have to take a closer look.
The house looks pretty old and comes complete with cellar! Later that day I'm reunited with some friends of a similar mindset and invite them to take a look around this strange house, miles from anywhere, hidden and slowly being reclaimed by the ancient forest in which it stands.
So after a nights camping I continue on my journey, and once more and left at one with my thoughts. Whilst it is my belief that the concept of ego dissolution is oft overemphasised and misunderstood; in my quest to discover the true all-encompassing nature of love I have found its purest expression in the act letting go, both internally and externally. What we hold onto becomes a reflection of our own insecurity, the tighter our grip the more we drain the life from what we seek and desire.
The transient dreams and nightmares that become one with the decaying vestiges of my false ego, are illusionary, for there is no time, there is only now, and now is the time to liberate ourselves from our enslavement to the clock, to be at one with the moment, the mind, body and soul. By letting go of yourself and allowing those who we love to be themselves, we emancipate ourselves from the ties that bind us, the words of negativity that come to define us, and (if we allow them to) the fears and insecurities that become us.
We scour the four corners of the earth, absorb the words, opinions and beliefs of others and then relay them as our own. We lose ourselves in the regrets of yesterday and the fears of what tomorrow may bring, we look everywhere and to everyone but ourselves. Ultimately, we fail to acknowledge that what we seek we already have, but to know thyself you must first lose the inherent fallacies of myself, surrender yourself to the now, for now is the only moment in which you can claim dominion. Rise above the wasteland of false hopes, dreams and externally manufactured nightmares.
Because you know, when all is said and done, what we are left with is a reflection of self, a mirror image of our fractured souls. Will you embrace the heart of the person that stares back at you? Or will you recoil in horror at the self-realisation of what you've allowed yourself to become?
When our palaces of pleasure
give fall to the sea
the sands of time reveal the illusions of me
don't search for I through your
tears of sorrow
I'll be at the dawn of a
brighter tomorrow
at the dying gasps of a
blood kissed sunset
not the obfuscated dance of a
perceptual Marionette
find me in the punchline of a killer joke
in the shade and comfort
of a sun-speckled oak.
As light cascades through the trees, as my thoughts become amplified by the resplendent resonance of the summer sun, I slowly awaken from my slumber. I begin to ponder, where the dream ends and reality begins? But that's a thought for another day.
Thank you for joining me; until next time, I will leave you to ponder who has the perceptualflaws.
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