24 August 2017
It has all been written before
It has all been written before,
the meaninglessness of material collections.
It has all been said before, the suffering that one creates in ones own life.
It has all been known before,
the Karmic outcomes that are ever there,
until that of realization and awareness becomes an actuality.
Yet unto what can one turn for alleviation from the pangs of guilt and remorse?
Where lies the actuality of a presence, that forgives and releases the discomfort of mental anguish?
There are many who would readily point the way, saying, 'Tis this path that shall set you free'.
Yet, I ask of myself, are they not in search of redemption themselves, do they not also hide their true being behind shadows of confusion.
For surely any being that offers a path way to freedom, asking of material return for anothers salvation, surely has no true concept of; 'the way of things'.
What I ask of myself, is such freedom that can wash away that which has been done.
Only hardness of heart, returns mine answer, for truth is a great burden to bare.
There is, then that of, 'the collective' they who become of agreement to, 'this way or that'.
Yet how can they speak out, for are they not in judgement of another, when it is sanctuary from judgement that we all seek.
What then, or, where lies the purest truth, if all that passes, has been before.
Why need I question that of mine own experience if there Is, none but,repetitive despair.
Even though values may be of utmost importance, or that morals be a boundary in which to live.
Yet again judgement raises its head, for there are they who choose that which is deemed the truth.
What then of individual being, when all is stripped bare of instruction?
What then is there, that becomes the foundation for pureness of essential self.
So there before me ever sits the true balance, of, not anothers will, but, that of mine own.
The answers of perfect collusion with 'that which is' where there are no bounds.
'Tis but in ignorance that I learned from the many who teach from there own learned ignorance.
'Tis but I who in mental blindness have created but delusions and degraded that of natures path.
Yet to return unto the innocence of the unborn is not possible, until unto that of death, and that being of a knowledge unknown, can bring none to the essence of truth.
So, it seems that sufferance is but a continuum, a lesson carried within each being, leaving none that is unique unto the way, neither of this world nor that of any other.
The Unconventional Scribbler
I myself seek no more than truth of self
be it in, body, in mind,or of spirit.
that non-other has wisdom,
other than that of, awareness of self.
FREEDOM FOR AWARENESS.