To be or not to be, the known

The waning moon was just above the Lions head in Cape Town at 4 am and strangely silent. 

Orion was well up in the western sky, and the Southern Cross was over Table Mountain.

 A strange silence comes with this place when asleep and has a quality of its own.

The silence of toil and weariness in its call that has the hustle of the morning already declared.

With the understanding of what is actually taking place, it becomes the freedom from that which has been. 

The mind that is afraid to be empty attaches itself to ideas, to hopes, and to its belief in the things that lie beyond.

The happy ever after or the fat lady, still singing the bohemian rhapsody are clichés and very costly.

The possession of an ideal of the self is self-assertion and the loving becomes self-abnegation. Love that depends on being answered by the beloved is lame, for it cannot stand on its own feet. Love that tries to possess the beloved is without arms, for it can not hold. Love that does not regard the pleasure and displeasure is blind.    Love that is exacting and self assertive is dead.

Land can be changed into the sea, the dessert can be changed into fertile soil, and even hell can be changed into heaven, but the fixed mind, cannot be changed.  As eagerly as one is inclined to free oneself from a situation, so is one willingly inclined to fall back into it?

In order to claim truth to the self and to arrive at spiritual attainment, two waters must be crossed, the sea of attachments and the ocean of detachment. Change is a constant in life, facing other people’s expectations and demands get in the way being true to oneself. In a world that is constantly trying to make one something else as the spirit demands, is the challenge.

Be genuine in sincerity, wise in tolerance and noble of heart, for it is the endurance throughout life to become into being.