Life without a story of a coming attraction or past victory
is devoid of hope. Hope is the subtlest form of "this is not yet it."
Hopelessness, without the personality pity party of
"who is me, nothing matters", is total joy.
Only a story of time can
inspire.
No time, no need for inspiration.
Hope is a kind of suffering...
"Man has places in his
heart which do not yet exist, and into them enters suffering in order that they
may have existence." - Leon Bloy
Some people get a bit upset when they hear it, but it is
true. I guess hope is a tool for some until they learn that tools are
unnecessary!
It can only appear
like something emerges. Without memory, the movie never rewinds for a
second-look, freshness every moment without direction.
The tyranny of hope, keeping us in thrall to the idea of a
'better' time...
Living the story of your life, IS Life. Knowing it is in a
constant flux, so no attachment to any one outcome. We all have some sort of
attachments, in honesty.
What is needed to be
is there, will 'be' there, whether one chooses to 'be there' or not. Sometimes one
has no choice if you will, and unconsciousness and ego do take over, your lost
in total identity, story and circumstances will be what they will be.
This is the nature of the beast.
Here is where the light of
your presence, and compassion from shared human condition can transmute to
another, and compassion through whatever 'creative' 'intelligent' means, can
bring empathy, a hand, a hug, thoughtful guidance, space, or ?......
Compassion
as You are the other....
Now if one has no compassion or reverence for oneself, well
then, 'That' IS another 'story'.
Sometimes, the projection outward towards
others, IS the dis-owned self, which needs to be embraced.
Sometimes, it is that we cannot see yet.
There 'ARE'
different levels, and 'understanding' comes when one has the ability to receive
and there is 'giver' that assumes that space and enters and fills, to satisfy
both.
We do that endlessly without even knowing it, although some may
'know' it. Sometimes the uncertainty is painful, scary, the without direction
may not feel fresh to other selves.
Allowing all, all that is, is the ultimate
teacher as then teacher is student forever.
They do their dance, and while dancing the two cancel out
and there is none but One.
ps/smoh
