Positive and negative space. Is there a comfortable blanket out or a warm cave? Both.
On the night of November 30, 2019, the door of sleep did not close in such a cave. I was surprised, but there was nothing. The wind as they say.
I woke up the door of consciousness gently closed the door.
The blast of this wind came from my central nervous system. They suffered all night, and when I continued to fall asleep, I woke up me. It also woke up the next night. And next. And next.
It is almost researched by many nerves and scholars who have almost no noticeable and decisive treatment, and have been misunderstood by many nerves and scholars. It may be a few months through drugs, mindfulness, meditation, breathing exercises, changes in work and life and lifestyles.
But it changes and rebuilds life. Some of my parts have been lost, and some are given.
Drilling this new microscopic hole, one night the pain of the wind tilts my world. I do not know when and why.
Of course this is that Great truth. we absoluteness know. Life is full of uncertain and constant change, struggle, and confusion. But there is also joy, beauty, and love. These are not compatible with confusion. I probably be one billion or 5 billion people who lived to feel or proclaim this.
Over the last few months, the desire of the devil has flew more regularly. Sometimes it hit me. But I was not alone. My friend and family are closer. Warmness of the wind.
After a few challenging nights recently, I woke up early. I was tired, frustrated, lost, and ended. It’s not bright yet, but you won’t sleep. Early morning time is especially difficult. I woke up. I planned.
It was time to visit the wind in my term. As I approached dawn, I went into the forest with questions and demands.
As the hills, tears, and vulnerable courage from the house climbed the hill, I shouted at it. “What do you want me more? now!!!I expected the answer.
(Yes, this sounds like a crazy man’s labeling, but I knew what I was doing, this was not a hallucination, but one person. Psycho One of the two characters. This is treatment.)
The wind replied, “I will take you all.”
I shouted again. “It’s not good enough.
The wind opened the menu and considered it in the restaurant. Slowly, “I concentrate, concentration, energy, ambition, attention, attention, drive, will, equilibrium, understanding, memory, reason, identity.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s all.”
Then I understood that the wind has already turned into my favor.
At dawn, at the top of the hill, I delivered the command of the wind to the platter. I spread my arms wide.
The wind rose. The festival has begun.
What is it? There is nothing and everything. The wind did what the wind did. The condition is taken by the condition. We all experience condition, struggle, and confusion. The problem is not in the wind, but we are not faced with resistance, greed, spleen, longing, attachment. We are too attached to ourselves. (Buddha has told this on social media for thousands of years.)
So I let go. And the wind died without emptying a single platter. The suffering of the anger of the wind was my clutch on the bed sheet of my heart. The more unclear and the more I accept it, the less my strength. What is that Be It’s bad enough. What I chose to choose it can be a fear. Second arrow.
Or you can be beautiful.
Leaving the summit, I saw the other side of the menu. It listed things that the wind did not require lust for what I was most greedy. Vulnerability: Vulnerability. forgiveness. love. sympathy. connection. curiosity. delight. hope. Creativity. I’m curious. awe. insight. acceptance. renewal. certainty. breathing. voice.
