Even though we know that “I” is a contraction in the flow of the force, nothing less and nothing more..
Sometimes it almost seems deliberate.
Like the ocean is having a good time pretending to be a single drop.
But when the drop BELIEVES it’s distinct and starts to DEFEND its boundaries from the inevitable.
There’s a build up of tension.
A denial of what is.
“I think therefore I am”
Is a glitch in the code.
And illusion fighting hard to protect itself.
It’s hard work.
Hard work always reveals we are labouring under a misapprehension.
Like a solitary soldier ant carrying a load 5 times his own size.
Hustling to get there.
Build the business.
Get the body.
Do the thing.
Some people even work real hard
On their spiritual journey.
“i have to die!”
“let me kill the ego!”
Says the ego.
Just 5 more ayahuasca journeys..
And i’ll give away my things.
And fill myself with shiny concepts.
SOME DAYS I FORGET TO DISSOLVE.