Permanence

 

 

A prayer and rhythm of permanence is on the monk’s lips for hours, lost to the world. 

The little temple pool was reflecting the light of the stars and the moon. 

Between earth and the heavens is a space where the sense of love, creativity, virtue and solution takes place, against all the mediocrity we experiencing.

At moments we have felt those astonishing presence in that beauty and the vastness of this void and its vitality.

Fractures beyond the measure of time, all words and desires when that otherness in all, comes into being.

That state of matter, and not how one feels intensely about it, then vanity is sometimes stronger than reason.

The state of love, or creative peace, or even something much more significant than permanency is becoming the intensity to understand the truth that everything possible.

The mind craves permanency a perpetual state of peace, of love, of goodness, a security that neither time nor events can stop it.

The body itself is impermanent; the organism wears out, but one feels there’s a state untouched by time, and it’s that state one is after.

The mind itself is the result of time; it has been put together through time, and through time it can be taken apart.

All what is known, memory puts together and projects it and is still within the scope of the mind, which is the field of the transient.

Wanting is a craving born of memory and needs to die now, so that the mind can die to the known - the known which is demanding to be made permanent and is the complete stillness of the mind.

The self is stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be in permanence and its inheritance.

In moments of life, between thousands of images and voices finding a harmony in that conundrum of time is the permanence of God will and ones purpose in this transient world.