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The pristine face of the beloved is all there is but where are you when there is the seeing of that face? Is it not 'you' that cannot be found?
And upon finally opening my eyes and returning my focus to what was around me, my real relationship, with sensual clarity instead of mental obfuscation, I saw the pristine face of a loved one, the thundering ocean against a violet-orange sunset, and the damp and emerald forests by a campfire light. You were nowhere to be found.
Am I supposed to look in the eyes of my lover and look past them to find something like you? Maybe a soul or consciousness? Or would I rather see her eyes and look no further?
The separate person that thinks spirit has failed him is nothing more than an imagination. Can you separate yourself from what is seen or heard or smelt or touched? Can you peel yourself away from this, the present scene?
I wish to see nothing more. I wish to imagine nothing more.
But I live. I choose matter, stuff, things, movement, change, for that is what I find in life. These are the things I feel, see and taste, while you persist with nary a scent. How can one love what one cannot feel? And those who preach in the name of your liberation preach of death and the utterly barren, instilling verse with notions of the eternal, the infinite, the immutable, the nothing, as simply other words for death. They simply repeat what they've been told anyways, and they never admit this. They preach a nihilistic world disguised as a spiritual one, when the only thing nihilistic is what they preach. They look past their lovers eyes; they look past the sunsets and mountains to find you. Spirituality as escape.
originally posted by: Itisnowagain
a reply to: LesMisanthrope
What were you hoping to get on the finding of 'Spirit'?
What did you expect 'Spirit' to solve?
What is it you really seek?
You think you are some 'thing'. You think you can love some 'thing' else - but love is love - where are you in love??
It is only when you seek to find what you really are that you discover nothing. But you turn your back on nothing in favour of 'things' and then you are angry that 'spirit' has failed you.
Love is not a thing. When looking at the pristine face of the beloved there is just an immense feeling of love. No one did that feeling! And that feeling is not done to some 'thing'. It is a glimpse of what it feels like to dissolve into what is.
There are not two things.................ever - there are no things at all.
There is only ever this.