Kingdom of the mind. Me kind doom thing.
Here we are! Are we here? We are here. Oh, how fickle are these feelings felt upon reflection of the unfathomable multiplicity of angles we are played with and play with in life. The light from which our eyes were born, the sounds which shaped our ears, the thermal spectrum which gifted our nerve endings and the unity of movement which binds us to time. Ah, time - that glorious binding agent of movement & space in our minds. Time without mind is much like light without eyes. It may be, but it is not known. What we know is all we can know & cannot simply be known of itself. To go without or beyond time is to unbind the bound. Can we unbind the mind to which its time intertwined? Haha! These ideas to which the mind patterns itself are ripple effects of all in every time bound motion. Memory echoes ideas to us of how this flow behaves; our skull sized kingdoms crafting the space for it to resonate. We make interior alterations in this kingdom; yet in the reflection of their conjuration – these alternations we make within ourselves are inevitably exposed to the elements abound. When we forget elements of the mind that are not consciously bound, the kingdom of the mind rearranges its angle to be centered on a ‘me’ kind (of) doom thing. Our consciousness manipulates the kingdom to form a throne around itself; we think its kind but doom lines that frame of mind. “How wonderful this throne is!” the mind thinks, as its energy inverts on itself from an open angle to an acute one. Beaten down by the self-imposed pressures of power, the mind weighs heavy on its throne as the ‘me’ separates itself from the true kingdom. Seeking dominion in its consciously addicted state, exhaustion oppresses the passive parts of the kingdom to surrender under reign of the throne. Challenging opinions are thrown to the dungeons forged in defense of the power. All must fall in line underneath this vicious cycle. An addiction of conscious power, like a snake eating its own tail, so desperately trying to attain the unattainable. This throne feeds power to itself in fear of losing the power it could never really attain. The castle is then locked with hard rusty bolts, as means of defense from the rest of the kingdom. The mind wages war upon itself. Loneliness and duality grow as concepts like mold on stagnant water; blocked from its pure flow. It feels so real; this separate way of living. “FIGHT! RUN! HIDE! The kingdom is against me!” This fearful power grips us in our stagnant vessel of thought. The mind carrying its stagnant vessel against a river a flow, wrestling against its own energy. But, here we see, the river is always flowing. This angle is just an angle; the motion is inevitable. The energy in which this illusion was generated cannot be solid. Something happens. A moment of truth; the mind trips in its steps against the flow. A crack in the castle’s ceiling grows and the rains wash the dust. The flow of water sweeps up the conscious mind. It gargles & gasps for air in the rushing turmoil as its feet flip to the sky. There it is in the flow; a moment of exhale after holding its breath for so long. Back to the ocean the river flows, no more time to harbor and toil on the throne. All this generated kingdom to rubble is spews and to true beauty there it is most real. Letting go of this attachment to throne, to vessel or solid bone; is the wisdom of insecurity by which true power is won. A power we attain when we let go of clinging to ourselves; a power we can be trusted with is that which comes to us when we let go. Let go, let in, and you will see that this true self you seek is in the kingdom beyond the throne.