

{"id":7153,"date":"2013-11-22T19:01:26","date_gmt":"2013-11-23T00:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/?p=7153"},"modified":"2021-10-19T12:39:44","modified_gmt":"2021-10-19T16:39:44","slug":"the-flower-of-attention","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/the-flower-of-attention\/","title":{"rendered":"The Flower of Attention"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"grid kcm\">\n<div class=\"grid__item one-whole portable--auto lap--auto palm--auto\">\n<pre>If there is no &ldquo;I&rdquo;, there is only forgiveness. \r\nThere is no one forgiving or being forgiven. \r\n\r\nIn your deepest and darkest fear lies \r\nan anger toward the good, the void. \r\nHow can it be that the good consents to evil? \r\n\r\nThis feeling permeates all your actions. \r\nThey guide your emotional storm. \r\n\r\nWhy was I given no choice \r\nover this unbearable pain?\r\n\r\nWhy was I chosen to lose\r\nthe self in unbearable pain?\r\n\r\nA pain that extinguishes \r\nthe will to life, the will to love, \r\nthe will of being, the will to be. \r\n\r\nSo much do we suffer, \r\nso much have we suffered, \r\nwhen will it all stop?\r\n\r\nI gaze at an empty window, \r\nthere is no beginning nor end,\r\nyet fleeting in between is time,\r\ngrasping for air, grasping for belonging, \r\na cry for a freedom that bounces \r\n           in ego          thou \r\n                       cen  \r\n            tric                 ghts.   \r\n\r\nThe gaze dissolves \r\nas a mirage of truth; \r\nI say what I believe \r\nbut there is no one \r\nanswering&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;&hellip;\r\n\r\nThis is the pain of the good&rsquo;s abandonment.\r\n\r\nThe good in midst of atrocities, where does it sleep? \r\nIt&rsquo;s in me, in me, it&rsquo;s me! But I can&rsquo;t feel no more, \r\nthe shadow of myself is all that&rsquo;s left until I realize \r\nthe song I weep is the Song of Myself. \r\n\r\nI have abandoned myself for the sake of the other,\r\nbut the other so blindly slips away, as I do to them, \r\nboth trapped in the illusion of free will, a space that\r\nprefers mcdonalds over Purity, walmart over Generosity,\r\nmythical religion over Grace, and biased science over Truth. \r\n\r\nWhat is it so deeply anti-realist in this, so called realist, approach to life? \r\nIt is all a lie. We&rsquo;ve all been liars and cheaters of each others' happiness \r\nfor not being confessing who we truly are to each other. \r\n\r\nFor once, I can say that there is nothing that will make us free \r\nif that freedom does not come from consent, the true free will, \r\nthe giving of ourselves in forgiveness over what has happened to us, \r\nnot as an object nor subject that suffers, but as an empty vessel \r\nof giveness that comes into being as I become forgiveness itself.\r\nWe are not free until we choose to be truly free, that is, \r\nleaving the &ldquo;I&rdquo; outside the door of time by attending the cosmic dance \r\nthat is occurring within us, \r\n                                each instant, \r\nthis instant, \r\n                            look up, \r\ndon&rsquo;t read:  \r\n\r\nStillness&rsquo; fluttering wings. \r\nHamster singing flowers.\r\nCorners that are round.  \r\nDoors without entrance. \r\nGoing in with-out out.   \r\n\r\n\r\nIt is this instant, even as your blood is pumping, through your mechanical heart. \r\nIt is this instant, even as your cells are spurring, through your divided mind. \r\nIt is this instant, as your cosmic memories burst in philopoiesis, through your silent mind. \r\nIt is this instant, as your cosmic rhythm dances in*out, through your expanding love. \r\nExploding stars, they say, giveness could we dare to say?\r\nForgiveness could we dare to be? \r\n                                        Rivers of silent speech?\r\n                  Oceans of timeless stillness?  \r\n                                              Atoms of expanding potential? \r\nStars from creative explosions?\r\n                                                       Aletheia. \r\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If there is no &ldquo;I&rdquo;, there is only forgiveness. There is no one forgiving or being forgiven. In your deepest and darkest fear lies an anger toward the good, the void. 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