Cerebrally Esoteric

Pilot to co-pilot. Do you copy? I need you to take over. I have made a mess of things and I’m ready to hand over the controls. It appears that I may have miscalculated, misjudged, misread, misinterpreted, misconstrued. MISTAKEN. So…many….things.
Why so long? How many years did it take to get here. How many errors, failures, trials necessitated the realization that I, yes me, myself, make a horrible pilot. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Toosie Pop? I know the answer to neither. I know nothing. I simply do-not-know.
It is in this simplicity, this profound awareness of ignorance that allows us to truly discover the treasures of life. To truly comprehend even a portion of what our soul already knows. In this life. One must always remember that there is no such thing as being in ‘control.’ The ego wants you to believe that you have innate power. It urges you to think that you can bend the energy of the universe, turn back time, alter the course of history, ‘create’ the perfect life. It lies to you. With silver tongue and mellifluous words, it whispers to you; sweet little words. Crumbs of lies become a feast at our table. We eat until we are full. Gluttons for the delicacies of the mind, we listen, we believe and most certainly ignore the softer voice. The higher self. The truth. Shut up and listen. Be quiet. Find peace.
A wise man once said, ‘the heart rules and the mind fools.’ Food for thought. Though this sustenance may not be as palatable as the lies of the ego, though at times less savory, velvet in passage, it nourishes the soul. Control is essential, the mind will tell you. Control…is an idea. A farse. A way to exist but not to live. Life, requires taking your hands off the gear, closing your eyes and laying back while you enjoy the ride.
Twenty nine years. Twenty nine. Not how long it takes to get to the center of the Tootsie Pop…but how long it took to release the grip. To let go. To let god. God, the universe, the higher power, her, him, it. Whatever. When the grip gets too tight, one is reminded to ease it. Gentle ripples in the fluid energy of the universe, quick tugs in the fabric---just enough to get one’s attention. With each day, we are allowed to being anew. We are refreshed. The slate is clean. The palate of our souls is soiled by our unconscious decisions. Our desire to dictate our own lives. Control is existence. Ease is living. Live with ease.

The heart rules. Speak from it. Live in it. Breathe with it. Breathe.