"What if what if's only confuses what we are?"
BY ANTHONY ROSS
Matter clings to memory. In this concession, confusion arises. Swirled in between rocks of idealism or rejection and pressed upon is the image of inadequate iridescence. Take the fire. A fire rises and falls, shifts and turns and breaks away from its source. What fire could behold its original source? A spark, launched to be risen. Surrender, this spark amidst the great forces of the world, pushed by the air and taken by the wind. Frozen by the wind. Sparks disappear to the eye. New sparks are born. And fires go out. All the time, shifting and changing. Nothing lasts.
Don't doubt yourself young man. You are a whispering of the eagles. You are a speaking of the wind, of the land, of the trees. Anyone who approaches you will hear this calling, among other things. They will be good to you, as you are to them. Even if they are not, you will be of unchanging nature, for change is the nature. The nature is change, and anyone who befuddles and belittles existence in to terms of good or bad and conclusions on these principles will be sore-footed.
The environment is a consistency with man. The two are not separate. One does not see another out there and then set foot upon it like a door mat. The setting is taken upon moment by moment, message by message and change by change. Life is inconsistent in its consistency, or else it would not have consistency. There must be stops and starts. There must be sparks and then no sparks. The idea of one being there for another is just that, an idea. There is the whole. There is not the linear. What language and systems of thought apply to is the understanding of the linear construction of what appears to our understanding. Such understanding is limited and such interpretations of understandings are limited. They are not useless. They are bound by definition. Such things are very helpful to being a messenger of the world. A sign poster of the world. We can also make sign posts out of these sign posts, messages out of the messages.
Again and again we have fallen away from reality. It takes a falling aback into it to be free. How does on do that? How does one fall into the ineffable? A reality so untouched, unlabeled, un-bewildered by experimental interpretation, does not fall away. It is just that we cannot meet it. Yet, how do we meet it? Is meeting it through an idea? Is meeting it an idea we can have? Meeting what? Meeting what is. 'What is' is met upon knowing that it is not met. We meet the unknowing upon knowing we don't know. It is upon seeing the completeness of our incomplete description. A valid one, but an invalid one for an entirety of change. To describe the change in which has no contained form is a challenge that cannot be complete. To complete it would be to achieve the impossible.
Our minds are just a stream in the ocean of life. One stream can contain countless information. It can break into new streams and change new streams into its own. That is our sign post. A most valuable one, yet the ocean is undivided in its wholeness. Its complexities unfathomable and beyond thought. Our own thought of its ocean-ness is less than. We may never know if we've achieved this seeing of the ocean at all. The 'if' is our achievement. It is our interpretation of possibility. Possibility only comes from our defining of what is impossible. Where can what we are, really, be the only thing? Is it necessary to free oneself from the 'iffing' to see the natural Self? What if what if's only confuses what we are?
We are too simple to understand with a simple mind. We are too natural to understand in organized thought, yet the understanding of our natural state is one that does not need words. It is a full view of reality, unimpressed by anything and without direction of other than itself. What is that? Where does that live? That life is all things. All things is that life. There is no thing that is not. All things are. All is, as is. Are you with it? What is with this? What is this? What is.
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