Ordinary is a lie…

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Ordinary is a lie…
An unreal engine…
Its nature is to be viewed…
It is to observe…
It’s all magic
Artistic in nature
All of it
EVERYTHING
What you’re standing on
Whatever you’re looking at
Everything you don’t see and all the space between
You are it.
Healing cares nothing for what caused a wound… Its only desire it to recover, to repair the damage and rejoice in being unbroken…
Things can be true, but not right…
Right, but not true…
They can be completely different, yet the same…
Identical, yet wildly unalike…
Life is a paradox…
A dance between the infinite and the finite…
Here, now, anticipation, fiction and memory…
Volume, space, observation and intent…
The fabric of reality…
The membrane of becoming…
All things, one thing…
Inside, everywhere…
It’s all nothing/everything…
It’s incredible how many issues can be resolved by slowing down…
Heaven Light powerjah @powerjahrt
Trauma was my inheritance… Healing is my birthright…
Words have their own separate language. It’s constantly shifting, re-arranging… Altering itself to expand its relationship, or to defy the assumption… Redefining context, it presents its own definition, its own narrative… An aperture… An instrument… A vehicle for establishing new patterns of thought and action… We are all language, components of imagination and expression, their embodiment…
It continues to amaze me how little, if anything of what I perceive is accurate. Even myself, I seem to be perpetually better off AND doing significantly worse than I imagine. At the SAME time… Nothing is linear and it makes no sense. I have no idea what is going on, and yet I continue to construct a narrative, and try really hard (often unsuccessfully) to make it a good one… I am lost and confused, and maybe that’s as close to the truth as I will get… Maybe awe and wonder are more real than understanding…
None of these thoughts mean anything… Rarely do I feel any way for the reasons I think…
Some things can’t be done on purpose. They can only happen by accident…
Things can be true, but not right…
Right, but not true…
They can be completely different, yet the same…
Identical, yet wildly unalike…
Life is a paradox…
A dance between the infinite and the finite…
Here, now, anticipation, fiction and memory…
Volume, space, observation and intent…
The fabric of reality…
The membrane of becoming…
All things, one thing…
Inside, everywhere…
It’s all nothing/everything…
Silence is part of the music…
Slow down, be patient…
Flourish in your heart…
Making time for rest…
Creating space for nothing…
Gloriously still…