Wednesday, December 20, 2023

The eternal

 

Time or space does not exist for the spirit and its embodiment in the human traveler who knows the eternal.

 Space and time are real for those who are yet limited from the mind that divided dimensions, time into past, present and future.

From the past one turns the eyes to the future where the unknown, the mystery and death awaits. 

The mystery of the future with all its fulfillments of desires and where the ultimate happiness, must exist and where one can seek it.

Life is and should not to be approached through past experiences or through the mirage of hope for the future. Only in the immediate present is the discovery of everything, even human imperfections.

The moment of equilibrium in the now is the only true creation.

I look into the infinite mystery in the very now, by understanding that the beautiful sunset and the dawn are the same thing, depends from where one looks from the rotating earth. I know as well that every day and its minutes of day-night shift have profound influences on our lives.

Here the question arises, why is one looking for happiness in the passing and transient things that whiter away?

All for disillusionment, and its charismatic vanity, trying to cover up all uncertainties in the un-satisfaction of voids.

From the eternal perspective and its natural force of life, love and happiness is the indestructible element and the renewal of life.

Decay and death is everywhere and so is the birth of life.

Eternal happiness is immense certainty, is free from prejudices that is not bound by tradition or by authority, superstitions and religion.

It is the creation that delights in solitude and fills the soul through Eternity.

That is the divine presence of God within the mother, father, the wife or child and is the aristocracy of eternal philosophy into the self. 

The refinement of the refined, that reaches beyond the shadow of death and the limitation of birth.

 


No comments:

Cyclic

    The capacity of denial and being a stranger in this world of cyclic motion is the pink clockwork of conscious choices.   The arms of...