Sunday, August 14, 2011
There's Always a Guide at the Border
Because it thought that even this was just another distraction.
But now the realization that none of it matters, that none of it ever mattered, is like a prizefighter shot to the gut. Some never recover and remain at the border, refusing to accept the guide.
They plummet into abject, utter loneliness and howl at nothing.
Very few ever cross over to the other side. But, once at the border, there is no turning back. There’s nothing to go back to once you get to the border.
There is a guide waiting. There's always a guide at the border. You just need to reach out, while letting go.
Fear of sacrifice keeps you at the border. Hold to one tiny strand and you'll remain there. Some have been there a lifetime or more.
The ego thought this was just another game. Just more rules to follow.
But then it dawns on you that this is it. This is where you're supposed to be.
At the border.
Many claim to have crossed over. They will even claim to be your guide.
There are no guides IN the world to help you cross the border.
But there's always a guide at the border.
I’m there now.
Been so for quite some time. There are others with me. I can see them.
Sometimes we look at each other, as if waiting to see who'll move first. One day we will cross. One day we'll be guided. One day, when we no longer feel the sacrifice.
Maybe we’ll all cross together.
Artwork by Fred Weidmann - "Evolution Without Goal"