What an irony it truly is. What a paradox. To be the thing that I am to go beyond. To write the words that I am to go beyond. But how else would one know that they are beyond, without being the thing that they themselves are beyond?
So here I am writing words about going beyond words. Ah, the audacity. The joy, of being human. Truly magnificent and yet utterly fearful. Is the nightmare over or is it just beginning? Two sides of the same coin are they not? The end and the beginning.
For what is time but a memory. And what is the now but a mystery. To truly live in it is not to know. To live here is to wonder. To live here is precarious. Not in the stifling way of where is my next meal coming from? The petty needs of survival have no roots here and now. But to truly be here means to go beyond. To go beyond everything, everyone, every word and every concept I have ever known. And thus, the ground is not stable and relaxing it is uncanny and shaky.
Yet the colours flow and the music sings. The birds race round and the magic brings. To look left is to wonder to look right is to fear. Always one step away from just being right here. So as I become more here I have to ask where was I Before? And in that moment my frequency flies right out the door. Because intellect and old mind have no place, where the work is done all day to set a table full of grace.
Alas in paradox we live and in the beyond we traverse. To bring about peace is to travel through a curse. Humbling at least, and at last we become. For all who are here do wipe the same bum. To be apart of something and to share it is worth it in the end. To look over a shivering shoulder and see a smiling friend. To laugh and to curse and to smile at it all. To know that one more day doesn’t matter at all. For it is not the time spent we seek but the joy of the chase. And to figure out what in the hell is this place.
For if I find out I sure as hell won’t tell you. I would not dare be a monkey in your zoo. Or give you a cookie straight out of the stolen jar. For you can believe in yourself to have come this far. To know is to know that we go beyond all knowing. To fear is to know that this beyond is truly showing. So enjoy what you can and relax as you may. In none of our hands does our destiny truly lay. Speak your truth now but not so harshly my dear. Not a person out there cares for an angry tear. But to be swept away along the shores of the abyss. And to know in our hearts truly nothing we have missed.
We are where we are and no where else can we be. I beckon you to join in this dance here with me. Take my hand softly and dance just a twirl. Dive in deeply and make a sound just to yourself. Because it isn’t for this or for that or for anything. When we don’t know where we’re going, all roads, will truly bring us home.
Amen.
