I am often fascinated by my puny little understanding
of this expansive and infinite world of form we experience...
...this incredibly convincing illusion of separation and the intrinsic needs that appear to arise out of it...
to PROTECT ourselves because we appear separate, and yet the need to CONNECT, perhaps because we already sense we are one...
...and hence, our continual ebb and flow...
between insecurity and security,
between addiction and
between distraction and presence,
between close-mindedness and curiosity,
between anger and appreciation,
between hopelessness and gratitude,
between desperation and peace,
between greed and generosity,
sadness and humour,
between confusion and understanding,
between need and contentment,
between fear and love.
My personal preference is that ALL would lean more toward love and away from fear, and yet at the same time, I
"know" there's wisdom and love already in it all.
Such a mysterious and rich paradox to discover, and navigate, and wonder about... don't you think?