This resonated here and of course after that came this "idea" that "yes, This cannot be described, it simply is" but that is just another ground to stand on, another stance...Sometimes I just want to hug the thoughts, like watching a child trying to hold sunlight in their hands. So sincere. So heartbreakingly sweet in their failure.
What came up here while reading this was my years as a hospice nurse. Physical death too, doesn’t care about preferences and there is no one way it looks. I guess everyone dies before they die in one way or another.
Thank you, Marius, this is exactly what I've been contemplating lately. Nothing is negotiable, everything has to be surrendered.
And the good news is, surrendering happens automatically when we see the dream for what it is.
Thanks for sharing, Maja.
This resonated here and of course after that came this "idea" that "yes, This cannot be described, it simply is" but that is just another ground to stand on, another stance...Sometimes I just want to hug the thoughts, like watching a child trying to hold sunlight in their hands. So sincere. So heartbreakingly sweet in their failure.
You are one of the real ones, Shafigh. It's refreshing. 🫶 Further!
What came up here while reading this was my years as a hospice nurse. Physical death too, doesn’t care about preferences and there is no one way it looks. I guess everyone dies before they die in one way or another.
Exactly. Death makes us face everything that is false, and what we end up with is truth.
Thanks for sharing, Celene.