To Rise Anew

Posted on July 1, 2016

“You must want to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche

All conflict is in truth a burning away of conflict itself. Pain makes us tired of pain, and although the confused mind revels in its distortions, there is a fundamental sanity in everyone that bides its time, but will not be denied.

When the time has come that the soul is matured by its pain and it’s waiting, it kindles its own funeral pyre in the unconscious awareness that this light will be the beacon that will guide it home. And all that can burn will burn until only the pure white ash of absolute peace is left. It is the sacred ash that powders the wings of the phoenix.

This bird of freedom has waited long, silently maturing in the shell of immature mind, until the day has come to spread its wings, and as if from nowhere the soul suddenly knows. It recognizes its own freedom in the space of nothing that creates time and space and all worlds time and space can contain. And from that day on awakened mind liberates itself in whatever comes. Everything is revealed as the nectar of infinite heart, the void as the soft ground of everything, the pillow of bliss that supports the god of the soul.

The last desire then is to share this miraculous state of naked and friendly nothingness, the supreme bliss of nothing special, the end of the eternity of imagined pain. For love is what ties everything together. It is a vast net that holds any soul open enough to catch itself in the nectar of its own heart.

Love, Ramgiri

Funeral pyre in Manikarnika Ghat, Varanasi


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