I never questioned the prognosis my own gallantry until taught the word bravery, I knew nothing about success until I experienced failure, I never feared death until I overlooked life, and I never knew a friend, until I was called one.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Fear and Love
Beneath an ocean of fear are the plunging depths of mantle and core – the root of all we are and that which clutches the mass of our being – the gravity of our ground, the Self.
The causal forces of emotion, lie both below the roots of fear – “fear of who we really are,” and above the tree line of hubris, “fear of who we’ll become.” Fear is self-effacing love – love which mistakes having no attachments nor serving as an accessory as a weakness. Pure fear is the perfect absence of love, and it stands to reason that it carries a certainty that is inversely proportional to the possibility of realized potential; potential to be who we are already destined to be, or to attain, or to love. Fear is a misperception that all we can ever have is all we can hold today – to a point where all we hold in the moment then exceeds all we’ll ever have in moments to come.
Fear is not “of” a ghost, it “is” the ghost; and the more I fear, the more certain I am “that” I’m destined to “be” – even more so than “what or whom” I’m destined to be or to attain or to love. Fear is a threat, disguised as a promise…part the ocean, strip the surface and you’ll see the truth.
Fear never begins, it never ends – it cannot be measured it is not greater than the sum of it’s parts, it is “other” than the sum of it’s parts. Its dissected meaning is as diminutive as the edge of a scalpel…to analyze our fear is to simply lose ourselves in the waning interstitial space of nothingness. It stands for nothing unless it stands in the foreground of our own awareness…and then it is only seen as a dark silhouette postured in the brilliance of destiny. If you cast light on fear, you’ll find it is simply love in the shadows of the unknown.
We all fear something – I feared my father until the day he died and even after. It made me stop and think that I’d rather love the departed as they fade to a point of light in their future, than fear the darkness of their growing memory in times gone by.
We simply turn our heads to look toward the direction we wish to go, not from whence we came – it’s alright…the importance of those who do not follow will be realized in the promise of those we’ve yet to meet. Imagine a translucent fear, and you’ll begin to see the core of yourself – perfect a transparent fear, you’ll find pure love.
Emoticons take up arms!
The causal forces of emotion, lie both below the roots of fear – “fear of who we really are,” and above the tree line of hubris, “fear of who we’ll become.” Fear is self-effacing love – love which mistakes having no attachments nor serving as an accessory as a weakness. Pure fear is the perfect absence of love, and it stands to reason that it carries a certainty that is inversely proportional to the possibility of realized potential; potential to be who we are already destined to be, or to attain, or to love. Fear is a misperception that all we can ever have is all we can hold today – to a point where all we hold in the moment then exceeds all we’ll ever have in moments to come.
Fear is not “of” a ghost, it “is” the ghost; and the more I fear, the more certain I am “that” I’m destined to “be” – even more so than “what or whom” I’m destined to be or to attain or to love. Fear is a threat, disguised as a promise…part the ocean, strip the surface and you’ll see the truth.
Fear never begins, it never ends – it cannot be measured it is not greater than the sum of it’s parts, it is “other” than the sum of it’s parts. Its dissected meaning is as diminutive as the edge of a scalpel…to analyze our fear is to simply lose ourselves in the waning interstitial space of nothingness. It stands for nothing unless it stands in the foreground of our own awareness…and then it is only seen as a dark silhouette postured in the brilliance of destiny. If you cast light on fear, you’ll find it is simply love in the shadows of the unknown.
We all fear something – I feared my father until the day he died and even after. It made me stop and think that I’d rather love the departed as they fade to a point of light in their future, than fear the darkness of their growing memory in times gone by.
We simply turn our heads to look toward the direction we wish to go, not from whence we came – it’s alright…the importance of those who do not follow will be realized in the promise of those we’ve yet to meet. Imagine a translucent fear, and you’ll begin to see the core of yourself – perfect a transparent fear, you’ll find pure love.
Emoticons take up arms!
Friday, May 4, 2012
The Nearly American Dream
The American Dream - a days-end reason to smile and the inalienable right to pop a cap off a bottle of cold beer. (or pop a cap in dat-ass)
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