Lifetimes traveled To seek the Truth To pursue happiness To understand faith Universes conquered Consciousness Transcended Moments Fully lived and Emotions felt Breaths controlled to travel with the air that has travelled through our cells and escaped back to the chaos Heat dissipated Skin wrinkled Colors dimmed Chords not fully received Lives tasted.. Lives wasted Stuck in the metaphor In pursuit of the End With Hope & Fear. A Journey From the illusory agency that strives to control To the reptilian labyrinth that beats the heart and keeps safe Stifled cries and Suppressed rage trying to break out of its cage Million miles travelled To cover the distance between one ear to the other.
Words fail us as much as they shape us. Take the word "God" for example. Its meaning ranges from an absolute God to an abstract idea/a metaphor that has widely lost its symbolic status. Starting out as a person who believed in an all encompassing entity or agency as God but not too particular about the religious practices around it, my journey has taken me to being someone who no longer believes in the agency of a God separate from the self (and is comfortable with the randomness) but has extreme curiosity and appreciation of the evolution of the religious practices and rituals. Religious practices may have started out as steps towards more balanced and motivated ways of living. Sunday church/ pooja rituals are absolute means to socialize in harmony. Many ablutions and prayer steps help with consistent stretches of the body. Lighting a lamp in the evening could be that break you take to reflect on the day before...