Pattern without end

Believing something is hopeless is a self fulfilling prophecy. Even if there is a cure, or answer, or better way, it would have a very difficult time getting through the wall of resistance a human being can build in his or her mind.

We are miraculous creatures, capable of things beyond imagination, but tied to the illusion by our attachment to ideas and things and misconceptions that are so deeply rooted few people ever question them.

Fear of losing these things limits us in so many ways.

With the best of intentions we are taught to protect ourselves, to put on armor and collect things to insulate us.  Our protection ends up being the tether that keeps us from believing we can soar - therefore we do not soar. Emptiness, infinity, eternity, are all denied by this belief. They become folklore and fairy tales and mythology instead of reality. Even when we desperately want to believe it is almost impossible.

Only by knowing that deep within us is the power to do whatever we need to do, can we begin to reach our potential. The truly important things cannot be bought, or owned, or captured any more than we can imprison light in our hands.

It seems to be our nature, instead of being creatures of light and power we become beasts of burden hauling around the problems of a world that will always disappoint us. I suppose because it is easier to stand safely in the dark rather than leap into the abyss trustingly.

Death, decay, fertilization, gestation, rebirth, a pattern older than time, tried and true. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, pattern without end.

The same pattern explained in a million different tongues and ways.