"The sins no longer beating up my strong, colossal heart.
And my soul, with my body finally entwined" (I corrected "entwined").
That rocks.
We humans, unlike animals, have a hard f*****g time integrating our own instrumentality, heads full of acculturated notions, thinking one thing, feeling another, constantly trying to fix ourselves from the point-of-view that already IS the inherent problem: the fallen one.
At root, the word "sin" means "missing the mark." This mark is a core cognitive one, the essence being whether one sees Buddha as normality, or the foaming evangelist next door. One is infinitely seamless and cool, the other is a festering dork of pseudo-spiritual irrelevance.
Your poem is lucid and passionate re the issues of duality, the ever-imperfect separate self and its yearning for a sense of salvation, of cleaning. This is a perennial existential truth, but it's only part of the story. The other part of the story is the Clearing that is always already the case, the shift in perception from particle to wave, as it were, so that the one w/the problem is seen as simply an incomplete, deceptive observation about the nature of self.
I have absolutely no doubt, for instance, that the poet who wrote the above poem is always already clean, flushed of sins, radiant, altogether divine.
The shift in observational reality embrace I aver is subtle and puzzling at first, but once you surround yourself w/the documentation of Nonduality instead of the seemingly interminable ruse of priest-and-bad-book combo of schizoid beliefs that is unfortunately the "norm," you achieve an ineffable majesty of Being in an INSTANT.
Your "strong colossal heart" is always already divine.
The "great thing" about sins is that they only harm you when you ignore them. Seems like you have your attention in the proper perspective. One note though, flush all you like... they'll be back.
"The sins no longer beating up my strong, colossal heart.
And my soul, with my body finally entwined" (I corrected "entwined").
That rocks.
We humans, unlike animals, have a hard f*****g time integrating our own instrumentality, heads full of acculturated notions, thinking one thing, feeling another, constantly trying to fix ourselves from the point-of-view that already IS the inherent problem: the fallen one.
At root, the word "sin" means "missing the mark." This mark is a core cognitive one, the essence being whether one sees Buddha as normality, or the foaming evangelist next door. One is infinitely seamless and cool, the other is a festering dork of pseudo-spiritual irrelevance.
Your poem is lucid and passionate re the issues of duality, the ever-imperfect separate self and its yearning for a sense of salvation, of cleaning. This is a perennial existential truth, but it's only part of the story. The other part of the story is the Clearing that is always already the case, the shift in perception from particle to wave, as it were, so that the one w/the problem is seen as simply an incomplete, deceptive observation about the nature of self.
I have absolutely no doubt, for instance, that the poet who wrote the above poem is always already clean, flushed of sins, radiant, altogether divine.
The shift in observational reality embrace I aver is subtle and puzzling at first, but once you surround yourself w/the documentation of Nonduality instead of the seemingly interminable ruse of priest-and-bad-book combo of schizoid beliefs that is unfortunately the "norm," you achieve an ineffable majesty of Being in an INSTANT.
Your "strong colossal heart" is always already divine.
I know that this is going to sound cliché but
one day at a time, one foot in front of the
other. The demons that plague us 99.9% of
the time are the ones we create in our heads.
Depression is one of many faces that hinder
and haunt us to the point we try to escape from
it with alcohol and drugs which only accelerate
the condition. But there is hope as well as help
if you truly want to break free of this seemingly
endless abomination…That is if you want it
bad enough….
No more preaching I promise lol :-)
My name is Kati.
I'm 20 years old and live in Baltimore, Maryland
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. Th.. more..