Tuesday, February 5, 2019

The Final Frontier

So I'm sitting at my desk engaged in the busy work that will not be remembered a year from now, if that.  A whole life's work washed away by the tide.  And I get it.  We are all just doing our part to keep the human enterprise going.  Part of the collective.

And when it ends all we have is assimilated back into the cosmic oneness.  

Still I will miss this body, these daughters, this life which I love.

But I know at some level, this is all ego.  For its not really my life.  And what I think I have is not really what I think it is.  And that perhaps when I return to what I always have been that it will be so incredible that I will not be able to stand it before I do stand it.  Eternal bliss.   There is no choice.  That is our destiny.

But its still goddamn scary.  And I cling tenaciously to this life.  May there be a path to appreciate this life more completely with the revelation of how it will end.








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