Healer's Remorse
I am thriving, healing, getting past my past, as you may call it.
What is real? That’s the question that is often asked within our selves and in the worldly society. Us humans have successfully blurred the definition of real with all of the sur-real and fantasy of borrowed consciousness made manifest.
I vaguely recall a moment of staring at my brothers laughing and being silly, and I was thinking “I can’t talk with them, because they can’t talk with me.” They were too young and unconscious. However, this is still my projection of most people in this world. I take my conscious awareness so very seriously, but cannot seem to share in such consciousness, nor open aware presence with nearly anyone. I am often aware, but still longing for very deep intimate connection with a significant other.
I want an aware and open exploration of relationship, like an improvisational dance for a lifetime. The choreography is all ours. Sadly, lamentably, none of my relationships have gotten this deep. They got scared, they don’t dance like that.
Life isn’t so much about doing, but about truly being in our living. I say “our” because there isn’t any separation. I emphasize “being” over doing because everything is changing (and clinging to action/activity is no different than any other egotistic stronghold) . And I use the word “truly” because everything is naturally empty.
Returning, turning back to,
which is resuming the activity forward from now,
I remember the sparks of energy and light,
that started so very small,
as thoughts, as feelings, as inclinations to continue.
“Continue what?!“, I hear in retort.
Please do not confuse nor deter me from this harmony,
this how of living life here and now,
ego-self.
With aware presence-unattached, enlivened and embodied-
may I realign with the subtle beauty of true nature
within,
without,
“being with,” as I like to say-
Truth, Source; thusness, oneness.
David Danyluk
What is real? That’s the question that is often asked within our selves and in the worldly society. Us humans have successfully blurred the definition of real with all of the sur-real and fantasy of borrowed consciousness made manifest.
I vaguely recall a moment of staring at my brothers laughing and being silly, and I was thinking “I can’t talk with them, because they can’t talk with me.” They were too young and unconscious. However, this is still my projection of most people in this world. I take my conscious awareness so very seriously, but cannot seem to share in such consciousness, nor open aware presence with nearly anyone. I am often aware, but still longing for very deep intimate connection with a significant other.
I want an aware and open exploration of relationship, like an improvisational dance for a lifetime. The choreography is all ours. Sadly, lamentably, none of my relationships have gotten this deep. They got scared, they don’t dance like that.
Life isn’t so much about doing, but about truly being in our living. I say “our” because there isn’t any separation. I emphasize “being” over doing because everything is changing (and clinging to action/activity is no different than any other egotistic stronghold) . And I use the word “truly” because everything is naturally empty.
Returning, turning back to,
which is resuming the activity forward from now,
I remember the sparks of energy and light,
that started so very small,
as thoughts, as feelings, as inclinations to continue.
“Continue what?!“, I hear in retort.
Please do not confuse nor deter me from this harmony,
this how of living life here and now,
ego-self.
With aware presence-unattached, enlivened and embodied-
may I realign with the subtle beauty of true nature
within,
without,
“being with,” as I like to say-
Truth, Source; thusness, oneness.
David Danyluk