There was something to admire about resilience.....
The way it held itself, not bothered by what came before. Easing into the next chapter. Propped up by the Buddha's spine against the Bodhi tree. He might say, "Enlightenment is for the passive", trembling in his own ebb and flow of touching the unknown.
Nothing in the earthly realm will disappear completely. We are made to hold on, to clench fiercely around our insatiable questions. We weren't made to solely navigate the spirit realms....it would blind us....that kind of light. We might not return from such purity. We are made of rough edged, touchable, untouchable matter. Infused and animated, and at the same time, brilliantly here in the flesh of this home.
Earth
Skin
Bone
Salt
Blood
Cells
Tears
All drenched with confusion, then lucidity. All awakened under our own tenacious tree that is of blind intelligence, yet true in force of knowledge. We crawl out from our caves....one by one.....with hope of self discovery and reckoning. We seek redemption rom such ignorance and mis-stepped paths. We get lost. We return. We told and turn and rise and dissolve. Impermanence is the beginning. Impermanence is the end. Someone to you to surrender at your first inhale. You forget. You remember. Exhale.
