Beauty Of Being
We are limitless expressions of pure potentiality. Absolute inter-beingness as existence in reality. What we are searching for outside is not tangible. What we are seeking for inside is not understandable. It makes no difference whether outside or in. One cannot have a chance of loss without striving to win. It makes no difference whether inside or out. What is within has no knowing so cannot be in doubt. What we really are has no direction. Existence exists by means of perception. Yet what is there to truly ever conceive? When we were created to merely perceive. What we truly are is a walking contradiction. The plan for us is to surpass our believed condition. There is nothing wrong with being a human. If virtue as right action is taken in acumen. There is nothing at all wrong with a physical body. Yet a bodily image is false and quite shoddy. We were all created to solely perform and react. Yet we think from thought alone we can avert or attract. This has created a deep seated longing. Ten thousand ways of righting or wronging. Yet to see past this endless duality. Is to accept everything in all of its totality. Is there a difference between bad and good? Could the center of both ever be understood? We call it the center , the core , or the middle. Yet remaining unexplained it appears a riddle. You are beyond mere physical form. Yet this body created so we can perform. Do not mistake this vessel for you! Your fresh in the moment unchanging and true! You are beyond what these words can tell! The past cannot touch you and the future cannot foretell. Anything you could think of that you are. Is merely a thought so being is put far. Anything about your self that you could even know. Is subject to change and will always come and go. If we are assuming we are what we are seeing. Then we truly miss out on the Beauty Of Being!
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Submitted on October 15, 2013
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