Heart of Compassion

Clarity, knows of no God, no time, to life, no other. There is no longer a “you” or “me”, only itself, where the reason for the cause no longer exists. The myriad shattered into countless pieces. The world crumbled and I walk away.

Sitting here, I could feel the weight of my illusions, my past, my mind and all of its creations.  I was observing myself, two parts of me, the trapped embodiment and the All That Will and Ever be, the freed me.

Looking back at a world filled with stories. A story for every minute of my life, one built on dreams, hopes, disappointments and misunderstandings, and I can see the result of each one, even those I had come to know as clear, we’re caught up still, eyes blackened, with only a memory left of what was.

Time being so elusive, what we have in one moment and lost in the other. The fact that it belongs to the past makes it a memory, made up of the remembering of something based on the perception of the moment.

I was free, from confusion, stories, distortion, able to see all my interactions occurring simultaneously, truthfully, lovingly, there was never any pain, there was just love welcoming each smile, each gaze meeting itself. The rest no longer existing but in the something that once was.

There is only the now deepening into this space, feeling myself more and more here, even judgement is gone, not even to see other’s paradigms, for if I do then I create one for myself. To see that radiance in each, knowing that whomever I encounter I no longer believe in the story. I stay true, in love, in the preciousness, in the eternity.