An endless flowering

September 11, 2011 / Self-Exploration / Comments Closed

Now I realize that only I myself can fully understand my path. That perhaps not a single soul in the world understands the intricacies of my own psychology and specific life experiences in this world.

The really odd thing is this – the deeper I go within, the greater the apprehension I have of the universal. This is something I have always understood intuitively but have never been able to explain. We are, every single one of us, a whole. But we are a whole only when we are in ourselves. When we take the personalities and desires of others to be our own, then we are fragmented, disempowered, instantly belittled.

So I try to understand and figure out my own path. I remember that when I first discovered music, it felt like magic. I didn’t realize that the experience of magic was within me, I thought it was in the music itself. I thought it was somebody else that possessed that magic. I didn’t realize it was the ignition of a desire to create, to be, to experience the source of life directly and for myself.

Now I understand that we don’t run around chasing those experiences – we suffuse our lives with them. All ideas to the contrary are false and have to be let go of.

The essential perfection within ourselves desires nothing more than the fullest expression of itself. And that is the path nature takes – a constant opening up. An endless flowering in the processes of life and death.