“Man was made for Joy & Woe; And when this we rightly know Thro’ the World we safely go.”
* Just an few ideas I had on a cold winter's day and confirmed through Blake. The egg before the chicken. Literature week 2*
Life is suffering but at the same time there is great beauty in that suffering.
When I ceased to be surprised by all the suffering that was being heaped upon me, that I was heaping on myself, that I felt I had to radiate to acknowledge well, only then did the power of suffering dissipate. It was like a heard of wild mice all on top of one another and suddenly being startled, running off in all directions taking with them their power to horrify, to scare, to shock.
The status quo has never been this sanitized Westernised image we are constantly fed. Life is hard work and pain and pure unadulterated joy.
Life is death.
Death has no power to shock. How can it? It only has the power we give it. It is not tragic or horrific.
It is organic. We cannot, try as we might, stave it off. But in a world that has been so convinienced that we no longer know work or pain, the fear of the natural just explodes.
The Big Bang within.
We don’t even realise this is a spiritual epiphany in itself. It is the gathering, the build up of so much energy within that we are unconsciously propelled to consciousness.
Death and transformation are so demonized that we whittle away all our energy trying to run the other way, and in the process we run away from the self and are torn away from grace.
True peace.
True meaning.