My Journey: ” It is NOT all about me”

There were moments when I was a beast among others. I was only the instincts and nothing else. I was savage and I didn’t even know what the word meant. And I wasn’t thinking  or feeling guilty about it. There were moments that life was only about eating, mating, sleeping and nothing else. Life was very straightforward. There was nothing complicated about it at all.

Then, there was a moment I paused and realised I was.

That was the moment I realised there were matters beyond the primitive mind. I thought I was the centre of the universe and everything else was the byproduct.” The universe is born with me and it dies before me” I said!

That was the moment I realised, making love is not sex. Jumping on each other and tearing each other apart- but feeling the softness of skin, bit by bit, going on a journey through those calming glowing eyes and finding my way all the way to the heart. It is when two bodies feel safe and most comfortable in each other’s arms- I don’t need savings to build myself a cosy safe home when I can sink in the ocean of your soft arms. That was the moment the spark turned to fire and burned “self” and created us, that’s the moment another consciousness creature, a mixture of two bodies melted in one, was born. In fact this is a recipe to propagate consciousness.”But why is our world so primitive?”  I wondered.

And there was another moment, I opened my eyes and realised after all, there is no ” I” at all. If “I am” because I am supposed to serve others. There is nothing about me that matters. I am here to reflect. To camouflage in the world of You. There is no meaning in me when it’s all about me. Everything is insatiable when it’s all about me. The moment I saw You, was the moment I pondered what is next.

Perhaps it depends how fast I grow, perhaps it depends how ready I’d be.
I know what I have seen it’s only the tip of the iceberg. Maybe one lifetime is not enough, though I know there is no time for life anyway and it is only a phrase- the manner of speaking. And I know there is no end. Perhaps that’s why we invented the word ” death” for the end. There is no End and I am certain about it.

We are already living in a cemetery as birth is not the beginning , many people have died before they were born. Though there is a promise for resurrection. The moment we see, it is the moment of wakefulness – resurrection.

Rymos
19/10/2024
On my way on the ferry to Circular Quay.

Edited 20/10/2024