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It was upon a finely crafted cement bench over looking the
stream, which flowed through town that he realized how keenly one had to watch
so one would not be fooled. Life is but only a trick. A sleight of hand. An
illusion. Turn one way, it unfolds as one experience, or move toward another,
and it unfolds differently. Can it be explained away as fate? Or, is free will
amiss?
One’s life spans from suffering to pretense to clarity and
in between lies nothing filling in the spaces with shards of too much ego,
self-importance, illusion, and false belief. Yet, hidden deep within the cracks
and crevices of those spaces lives and breaths threads of what is real,
defined, and true. But, could it be all one lifelong trick? A summer heat
mirage waving in the distance on the empty black top road convincing the mind
that there is something out there waiting to be seen, touched or realized, yet
never materializing fluttering out of reach very alluring, but once reached
understanding that it was never there to begin with. It stays elusive teasing
the senses; frustrating your mind.
It was upon that finely crafted cement bench over looking
the quiet stream that flowed through the small town that he wondered if we were
quietly and subtly shrouded in the dark mystique of self-importance. Have we
been fooled by the whispers of special-ness? There lies a hiding place.
Only if we could just get out of our own way in time to
prevent injury and collisions. If
one were to quiet the regret, and a need for constant notice, then an
understanding may find its way through time and space avoiding the illusions
that trick the mind.
It isn’t complicated. Do what is needed to embody calming
strength while mixing it with clarity.
Make it happen. Slow can get you there. Watch. See. Do. Is
talking overrated? Listen. Think. Act.
Life’s duality is simultaneously real and an illusion. It
does happen, yet it has no walls. It exists all around. It can trip you up.
Make you fall. Scrape a knee. Slip in a hole. It is all a big trick. Wake up to
that and get a hold of it; otherwise, you lose.
The slipstream winds and flows against the forces pushing it
back. It finds its way around and through and under the energy created to slow
it down altering its inertia. The flow rolls over, side steps, crawls through
whatever stands before it as it reaches past wherever it has been. Life has the
same forces at play, but they might not be real but the energy one creates in
their own mind to try and hold back the forward flow of motion is without
question the slipstream in one’s life.
Beneath the frozen ice sheet lives a current of water. It
may not be strong, but it flows. The energy of it chips away opening up what is
solid carving channels, tunnels, pathways into the mass, cracking it, hollowing
it, methodically, altering its changing state allowing one to watch the moving
pockets of air inflating tiny cavities, while concurrently the carved path of
air slows and closes freezing shut again until it reopens.
That is the slipstream interacting with the natural elusive
flow shifting its every moment tricking time and space at every turn. It is all
real; but, the constant change is illusionary and real at the same time. Care
must be taken to see the trick, the sleight-of-hand made by Nature as we are
part of the whole.
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