Weird Advice for a Broken Hearted Person

[this was written a while ago after waking up feeling inspired by someone else's heartbreak]

A quiet intensity hides behind fiery eyes.

Eyes that shock in their open stillness.

Sight that lights up spaces when laughing.

Reserved sorrow courses deep within.

Princes are rebuffed when trying to move you.

You decide on how you are moved.

Past unpleasantness poisons your freedom.

The dirt from before should be used as a foundation for growth.

Manure helps the flower grow.

The lotus is untouched by the dirt of it's surrounds.

Space and time can heal much harm.

Beyond these things is beyond harm.

Slight smiles of bent lips when you can walk to the harmer of you and admit:

They are not a person.

They are not a memory.

They are a delusion.

You can no longer see them.

You see straight through them.

You see their pain, sorrow, anger and arrogance.

And you feel sorry for them.

Swimming in an ocean of confusion and delusion.

You see them for what they are and you say:

You are not useful.

Not here.

Not now.

Go bother another.

Leave my sight lest I end up destroying you wherever you stand.

Wherever you run.

Wherever you hide.

You can run.

You can hide.

Unless you change you will be confusion and delusion.

Leopards cannot change it's spots.

You can't polish a turd.

You will never change without opportunity.

I can change as I wish, when I wish.

Nothing as tiny as you can stop me.

I can go further without you.

Without carrying your ideas of  good or ill.

The tempter ends up poisoning all.

In seeing this refuse to take poison.

Go forward until you learn to grow from the sullen sod of your past.

Grow.

Don't let the insects that walk over you change that.

See them for what they are:

Insects.

In the Heart of the Lotus

Learn to open yourself up in the right way.
Like a flower - blossoming.
Hold your pain, your suffering, your trauma like a precious jewel in an outstretched hand.
Watch it blow away like a dandelion
In a warm summer breeze.
The hand is empty
Yet you remain.
Life is a flower garden
And you are there to enjoy it.

In the well

People sit in the darkness of their own well.
The sun that moves overhead brings light and shadow,
Ever changing.

People see reflections of themselves in the wells waters.
As they notice there is more darkness - there is depression.
As they notice they are not in the light - there is anxiety.
As they notice the surface of the water moving as they try to escape - there is chaos and mutability - there is anguish and madness.

Stay still and the water stills.
Stay still and the reflections steady.
Stay still and see what is already in front of you.

Through this stillness and emptiness of ideas of escape is the way out, is found.
First a foothold, then another.

Climbing.
Falling.
Climbing again.

Then there is freedom incomparable in the light of the sun proper.
Clarity of sight is hard after a life of darkness.
Dark things fear the light.

From the surface, it is easier to see how you can help others.
From a place of true freedom, you can focus on helping others and not going back.

Grasp with both hands and free all you can.
Hold nothing back.
Hopefully, the people you help will try to propel you onwards to help more.

Either way you do it as it’s all you have ever known.

All is well.

Meditation from Thursday 24 September 2015

It is Thursday 24 September 2015 - some interesting big things have happened recently. You are up now - the house is quiet, it's dark, it's 1 o'clock in the morning here. The air is pregnant with possibilities.

You were annoyed.
You listen in the dark quiet to your body.
You hear the thunder - the noise is infectious.
You smile.
This is you.
You are sitting ill.
You can't lie down - that makes your illness worse right now.
You smile your subtle smile.
This is a gift.
You sit like you sat before.
You sit and listen to yourself.
You smile at the noise.
What happens happens.
Such a way to experience your body!
Listen to it groan and moan in it's pain.
Feel it do what it needs to rid itself of illness.
This body is not you.
It is a vessel you are given the opportunity to express yourself with and in.
Take care of it.
No gift lasts for ever.
You were annoyed.

Someone made you ill.
You saw many people recently.
It most likely was the person you know that had a recently ill family and discovered they could be ill themselves.
Was it them?
It could have been anyone else though too.
Your illness may not be their illness.
It matters not.
You are ill.
You need to to what you need to get better.
Let that process occur.

You learn from your body.
You learn the signs of your body in stress, your body in pain.
This is what it feels like to be ill like this now.
All ills are different.
This one is unique.
This one will never occur like this again.
Smile.
Sit.
Bow.
Take reverence in the moment.
What this moment is sharing with you now is fleeting.

This message - this text - will never be taught upon like this again to anyone ever.
Sit.
Bow.
Smile.

If something this ... uncomfortable can teach you, then all can teach you.
When you open your ears and hear - there is opportunity to learn.
Learn.
Share.
Grow.
Use this ill - use this lesson to increase your knowledge of you.
Your power.
Your understanding.

When the lesson ceases only the idea remains.
Beyond words - remember.
Use the idea wisely - use it sparingly.
That is how you get better.
Idea of a person can never be touched or handled with human contact, with human words.

You remain untouched, lighting the way of the world - being the mirror reflecting the light.
You are light.
You are ill.
You are you.

The illness of this world will not cease while this world continues.
You may use it to debase yourself - to spread the dis-ease.
You can use it to reflect the world back on itself.
You can use it to reflect the light, the way of the world back on to the world.
Light the darkness and shine forth.