Pendulum

I believe one of our roles as human beings is to build bridges between paradoxes and stand in the center for as long as possible. I believe it to be one of our duties to see the necessity in duality and act as the central point between light and dark, good and evil, heaven and hell. I believe we are the bridges ourselves, yet we mistake ourselves as one side or the other. 

Now, this is inevitable. Like a pendulum we swing back-and-forth forgetting that someday we must settle. Though I’m sure we would begin again. I believe we could land in the center, though if we did, I’m almost certain that it would be the end of us, and it seems we’re not ready to stop and start over. It seems we are still caught up in the drama of being so we remain tethered. We birth new life, we die, we return as new forms, yet the goal remains the same, unbounded creation on this physical plane. 

The experience of the infinite knows no difference, no pain or pleasure. It is all in the act of existence, in the name of knowing each and every possibility. It is only in the timeline of mortal consciousness that we categorize, label, place it all in boxes, and it seems the more we try to fix and fuss the more problems we create. 

Some believe human beings used to have a life expectancy three times longer than our present day. They believe that as we chase the physical, put our hearts on the line for the sake of progress that we have begun to decay. This was our fall from grace, our departure from the garden, the beginning of the race to the other side.

If our mythology serves us well, we seem to be reaching the end of days, when our souls will be weighed, judged, placed in some box, labeled, and we will begin our ascent again. We will make our way back to heaven.

There is no way of knowing, no means to the end of our self imposed suffering. The only true escape it seems is silence, stillness. Long enough to hear our own heartbeats. Long enough to remember why we have come to these bodies to begin with. Long enough to know that we have also chosen to be the tree, the fox, the meadow.

All I know is the perspective of this body. So I will continue on. I will keep creating, keep loving, keep grieving, because I recognize what the infinite is asking of a finite being like me. All is well, full of void and meaning simultaneously, but we’ll see what I think of it tomorrow as the pendulum continues to swing.