Hair On Fire: The Strange Art of Turning Within

Hair on Fire: The Strange Art of Turning Within

Scheming mind accompanies the seekers of that which is beyond here and now

Hungry and thirsting mind wallows in the mirage of craving
Every moment we thicken or thin the veils of illusion

This version of us is most conducive to awakening from the sleep of pleasure and pain

Our fortune unrecognized will decay to misfortune
The means are available as is the pathless path
Balance of comfort and discomfort makes a polarity path of flow
The root fear is fear of death

We see the change that fast is but slow change often eludes us

We are death and decay
We are temporary guests in a temporary inn
Stability is a lie we fell for
Death will change us and those who know us

Activity leads to more activity of a similar nature

The shovel of habit digs a trench from which it is difficult to escape
Yet the mind only appears to be rigid
What we call reality is a compelling appearance – it seems
Clearing the smoke of selfness enhances chances for spontaneous compassionate presence
Death will take us to where we have journeyed toward all our lives

We put faith in futility and frivolous fun

The scheme to capture paradise is bound to fail
But we can capture awareness of the moment in perfect far-reaching activity
The nature of this body-mind state is not inherently heavenly
Even heaven is not ultimately heavenly
Death is merely the appearance of change