what can a man do for love? nothing. nothing.
why can't it be like the good old days, when we knew nothing of loving life and nothing of hating death. when people's lives intertwined and relationships emerged without delight and each returned to his own without resistance. when we instantly forgot the beginning and neither sought the end. is not this the nature of things? when we live our lives without helping it, and intervening with the process. i read from a book once about a teacher who despised mechanical contraptions, because he believed it produced mechanical business with which he says that there are also mechanical minds. he said that you cannot preserve simplisity with a mechanical mind. and when you cannot preserve your simplicity, your spiritual life is unsettled and nature will not support an unsettled spiritual life. and i agree from somewhere in the depths of my soul, from which i cannot use words to explain. for what are words, but mechanical contraptions, in itself, for meanings. words which we take so easily for granted, whether spoken, written, or simply the thoughts in our minds unspoken. but these words carry meaning, but we can discard them and forget about them as long as you've got the meaning. cause its all beyond words. but the desire to be one with others makes us strive to cultivate a process to help serve this human need. what is this process but another intervention to create a certain framework of existence. and yet again, relying on a machine, and in doing so, our lives become bound and the way is lost... yet again.
the times have come in which we became enmeshed in the prescribed ways of the world. caught up in traps of right and wrong, pushing towards a conclusion. and depending on our thesis, we claim a conclusion that has not yet been fixed. but knowledge depends on something before it can be fitting. but still we like to state claims about things that help our own life along. blocking the simple nature of things. we mustn't use the mind to block the way, for there is nothing we can do to help it. i must unlearn my absolute ideals and go along with it. i must accept what is given as well as give back without resisting. i must accept the two contradicting forces that is life and death, for there is nothing i can or should do to intervene. for how can i truly know what is right and what is wrong. for you, 'that' is 'this' to me, and 'this' is 'that' to you. it is all a jumble of entangled perspectives. how should i know the difference between these snarled perspectives. and to regulate such standards of right and wrong to yield 'natural' feelings is to extract something by force. what can come from that can only be deceiving.
i am nostalgic for a time when sensible knowledge didn't interfere with my daily existence in this world. i can't wholly remember a time when i allowed my spiritual desire to completely lead me, but i feel it in me, longing and lingering. i want to jump off this cliff again, this time with no hesitation and just know that i am guided by the big gaps and large fissures in the heavenly patterns of life which i must follow. i want to see this difficulty and take breathless care. i must trust and rely on it, and know that the patterns will show itself to me.
my gaze must settle, and my movements slow.
in an unprescribed pathway, true nature will eventually reveal itself.
the cycles of life and death must occur, must come to a full complete circle.
i desire no longer to be misled.
with this, i must trust only myself the Way.