In the whispers of the unseen world,
we are but transient souls in the ever-evolving dance of existence.
The idea of awakening and transcendence is merely a fleeting spark in the vast symphony of life;
do not fall for their unreachable and a tale you will never catch.
There is no ultimate destination to reach, no ego to shed, no separate self to extinguish, no darkness that does not belong, and no light that was ever gone. These trivial illusions divert our attention from the true essence of our beingness on Earth.
The heart beats in harmony with the Earth’s pulse, disregarding the illusions woven by the mind. The wisdom of the natural world reminds us that genuine freedom stems from embracing our vulnerabilities, mortality, imperfections, and inherent human nature. Without definitive answers, we find solace in the enigmatic beauty of the unknown, the boundless joy of infinite and unrestrained creation.
Release the need for absolute knowledge, the quest for unequivocal truths. Embrace the lightheartedness of the spirit, the innocence of a beginner’s mind, the perpetual student residing within. Surrender your words to the flowing river; relinquish your fixed conclusions to the winds of change; offer your pain and desire for revenge to the lavas of the volcano. Discover solace in a child’s laughter, in the pure essence of creativity that courses through all living beings.
In the intricate web of energy binding us together, there is no place for those who profess to possess all the answers. Do not fall for their false prophecies; there is no place for living beyond this Earthly realm; do not be tempted by the early illusionary escape from this body.
So, my dear friend, embrace the enchantment of the enigma of existence, welcome the tumultuous chaos of creation, lick the sweet nectar of life on the angels’ swords, and unite with life’s ever-shifting ebb and flow.
In the grand tapestry of the cosmos,
we are mere transient spirits interconnected in the eternal rhythm of the universe.
We are just a fluttering spark of light and dust between life and death.
❤🦌
Angell Deer

