LIFE OF THE LIVING.
Below is a photo of me, my purpose and what I feel I have to say.
I don’t have all the answers I never have, never did, never will.
My words may not match your words nor mean the same so I ask myself, why use words.
What I see as silence, peace, harmony you may see as avoidance, projection and disharmony.
Distractions mistaken as purpose and robotic cycles of inner debt swirling round and round.
Merry go round.
I don’t find it merry.
So many books, so much information yet so much confusion and separation from a natural state of peace.
Is a book a gift of knowledge or a portal to wanting more needing more, being more and knowing less about yourself.
Being more – so overrated.
I’ve found this is doing more and being less.
Our book of wisdom lies within each and every one of us.
Deep within and deeper.
It cannot be manufactured, programmed, processed or copied.
A lively life of stillness.
The embodiment of God.
Our liveliness in the midst of peace.
The presence of no order.
The white of each cell.