Throw it all out · Beautiful Mind

Throw it all out

The spiritual path can feel like peeling back the layers of an onion with healing and practices and awareness and knowledge. I mean, its a worthy path and none of us would be here if we weren't invested in our betterment. But over the last few months I've felt like im throwing it all away. Don't get me wrong, I've loved my journey and its been passionately liberating. My life is completely different and I've never been happier. But doesn't that make you sick? Im in a space floating in...well, space - spaceousness; and there's nothing there. None of the stuff that got me here exists. Like the core of the onion is a void.

Im in a kind of holding pen, waiting...perhaps for an idea, or to just start something. But what. Anything. Do I have to?

Ive never been so bored of signalling. None of it really matters to me. Not the ceremonies, the tokens or symbols, the activism or the sacrilege. Its all just as valid as tiolet paper which by the way is more important than any of it if youve just taken a dump.

I hope I get to be of assistance like some obscure tool that sits in an old wooden drawer in the shed, forgotten, until one day, is the very key to something wildly transformational. And maybe I have dellusions of grandure while all the while, being magical in nature and the sublime tonic in a thousand ways I'll never know.

In any case, its wonderful to be life and dispite all the pain I've ever experienced, I hope I come back again and again to play and relax and unwind in the poetry of being this.

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