Purposing
Why do we hang on? What is the point of existing? Of life? Lately I’ve been experiencing forms of this question a lot. There is no point in pondering it, for there is no answer to the question. The question itself is just another form of randomness, of chaos within the universe, brewed from an eternity of looking at itself. And since there is no answer, it becomes your choice to point the direction of your beacon, to point the eyes that look at the sea of eyes & notice the glimmer instead of the dense void where it shines from. Let the glimmer show you a passion, a purpose & direction to be alive.
To be love
Is all. When nothing else is lasting, the only remainder will be love. Love is chaos and order, love is reason to surrender and reason to stand up and rile. Everything comes from a place of love. The good, the bad, everything is ultimately only love.
Having love in your life and your perception is the ultimate act of freedom and the only true fuel for lasting happiness.
Ser amor
Es todo lo que hay por hacer. Es todo lo que hay. Cuando nada más exista, lo único que permanece es el amor. Lo que permanece es el caos que se basa en orden, por amor nos rendimos, y también luchamos y nos alteramos. Todo proviene del corazón, de la pura energía caótica del amor. Todo.
Tener un corazón y una percepción llena de amor es la única forma de verdadera libertad, la energía que crea felicidad duradera.
Stop for a second and observe your body in this space right now.
What is the first thing you hear? It could be the drumming ring in your ears, the beating of your blood pumping and coursing through your body, or it may be external; the wind blowing a sweet song, other beings rustling about. Notice how they all share the same core vibration, the hum of being, the hum of life.
Close your eyes, lift that curtain that fits your perception into shapes. Let the hum of everything being around and within you be the only thing that exists in this moment. Sit here, with everything, bound by nothing.
¿Para donde?
¿Alguna vez te has preguntado porqué eres tú? Cuál razón o sentido tiene abrir los ojos todas las mañanas para andar dentro del mismo -pero ligeramente cambiado- saco de piel que todas las otras mañanas.
Para andar por el universo pretendiendo que tienes control sobre el caos, y por ende, creando un tipo distinto de onda caótica que viaja calladita y ligera pero potente al fusionarse con el resto del caos. Pero, ¿que importa si hace sentido? La verdad es que ni un poquito.
¿Y cual es la razón de andar? ¿Y para dónde vas; para donde vamos?
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