I was thinking of compression, history, illness and fear - of thought patterns, love, expression and experience. I was thinking of the lulls between each grand trial by fire and the spaces that punctuate the end of one life story and those that mark the beginning of the next. And I mused over how little we think of actually compressing the data.
Many of us have become so accustomed to lugging fragments of history, conspicuous or not, that we hold onto pockets of adversity, don't let go of a lesson that has met its completion, and bit by bit, become unaware of what little fresh oxygen we breathe. We move on from conquering, not understanding that a battlefield remains behind, littered with artifacts, emotion and fossilized pieces of history.
We haven't understood that there is nothing to gain in conquering. Conquering takes and cannot give. Conquering squashes the enemy but doesn't even pretend to want to understand it. Conquering demands feudal allegiance and cares nothing for finding commonalities. Conquering is selfish and only interested in its own flags of achievement.
And most of all, it collects and doesn't know how to begin anew.
So, little by little, half-truths and memories contaminate our awareness because we haven't learned to release. We haven't learned that there is no such thing as struggle. We think that we are heroes for the battles won, but we haven't learned that struggle is of our own making and thinks conquering, its only champion. Struggle doesn't understand the definitions of release and therefore cannot recognize the offerings of unconditional love nor the sweetness of its peace.
For in releasing, we begin anew. In releasing all standards of what we think to be true, we defragment our minds and open up real space - unfettered space- to learn, grow, accept, achieve and be ever open to new avenues of light, people, experiences and Joy.
Impressions on a screen. Living data, finding Truth.
Many of us have become so accustomed to lugging fragments of history, conspicuous or not, that we hold onto pockets of adversity, don't let go of a lesson that has met its completion, and bit by bit, become unaware of what little fresh oxygen we breathe. We move on from conquering, not understanding that a battlefield remains behind, littered with artifacts, emotion and fossilized pieces of history.
We haven't understood that there is nothing to gain in conquering. Conquering takes and cannot give. Conquering squashes the enemy but doesn't even pretend to want to understand it. Conquering demands feudal allegiance and cares nothing for finding commonalities. Conquering is selfish and only interested in its own flags of achievement.
And most of all, it collects and doesn't know how to begin anew.
So, little by little, half-truths and memories contaminate our awareness because we haven't learned to release. We haven't learned that there is no such thing as struggle. We think that we are heroes for the battles won, but we haven't learned that struggle is of our own making and thinks conquering, its only champion. Struggle doesn't understand the definitions of release and therefore cannot recognize the offerings of unconditional love nor the sweetness of its peace.
For in releasing, we begin anew. In releasing all standards of what we think to be true, we defragment our minds and open up real space - unfettered space- to learn, grow, accept, achieve and be ever open to new avenues of light, people, experiences and Joy.
Impressions on a screen. Living data, finding Truth.
- This Carman Girl
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