In some place of space and time,
You are already dead.
What is it to die?
To die whilst still breathing,
To let go of any notion that you matter
in any way whatsoever,
Beyond the simple truth that you exist.
Exist as what?
As this living body and persona?
As this troubled mind battling with life itself?
What a gift it is to live,
To experience the flavours of life.
You are born to die,
Of this I am certain.
And the only thing stopping you
from truly living
is yourself.
Source: Santuario, Ana Maria (2022). A Journey of Subtraction. Faith in Change Publishing, London.
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Time and friendships…
Your time on earth is limited, since heaven calls us all home into its embrace eventually, for hell is this life, and heaven, simply what exists beyond the gates of death…
I have died now, you see, so many times that it pains me to recall the journey once lived… it took my time, my family, my friends, I lost all to a sequential and systematic dissection of the self and all her attachments.
Now, I share only the light through my fingertips, and friends continue to come and go, some go, then return, others depart for another life and world – or maybe that’s what I did, and they stayed put, for I change like the tides, shift like the winds and watch my sandcastles fall to dust, never rebuilding themselves into anything ever again.
When I died, nobody saw me drift away, further, ever closer to the light that called me homewards… I drifted so far away that I belong to nothing and no one… except the light. I think friends stay when you stay the same, because when you come to change, you challenge their sense of self, the one comfortably contained and confirmed within your connection…
Those brave enough to withstand my winds might stay for a time, but in general, I stand alone in change, my inward evolution churns the energies surrounding my life, and with it, churns and shifts the sands that surround me, for my eyes forever see new, but always the same too… there is but one, after all. Namaste.
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