The greatest, most profound, sapient, and mysterious forces generated by human form are concealed by divine 'con'fusion. This concealment protects those who are incapable of holding authentic power with integrity. She who is capable of fusing with such power walks in humility. The one who seeks sovereignty of others is destined to remain 'con'fused, unaware, and unable to perceive the genuine pronouncement-the denouement. The denouement is an uneventful bore through the eyes of the ego. Relentless arrogance neglects the wisdom of subtle senses. Through the eyes of the arrogant, the beaten tramp in the corner is sullenly disregarded. To the humble, they see divinity radiating from all corners.
Those who carry authentic power practice sovereignty of self. They discover a vision that opens like the canal of a mother giving birth. What is born is the fusion of self and sky. For the arrogant, the sky remains divided for they are too egocentric to look up. They are unable to humble themselves to that which is far greater than themselves because they see anything outside of themselves as bovine depravity, unworthy, and lacking the sparkling magnetism of glamour. The world is dull for the immodest. Every day is spent in conspicuous reconciliation with elegance and allure. They are drawn to ostentatious endeavors like a moth to light, eventually to die from the magnitude of the external, never to burn holy from the profundity within--that profundity within is an insatiable light which radiates outward, igniting other's lives.
Stillness-breath-the most gentle and invisible aspects of life house the powers of the master. And yet, this is not grandiose enough, not showy and dazzling enough for the ego. Therefore, those who conquer ego and the need to be provocative, invite the greatest of forces into their breath and their stillness. This is a protection piece for divinity. Those who are incapable to submit to modesty will never be able to ignite the power within, nor will they ever be aware of it for the greatest of power remains hidden and unseen.
To be breath, to be still, to be self-sovereign unveils the tramp within. As the modest one breathes, he begins to unravel the paradoxes of the soft and yielding that are masked in the illusion of subtlety and lurid equivocations. These misleading elements melt away as the modest lives in every breath divine authorizations, disrobing the tramp and exposing a divine being. Every breath is a flame and a force, igniting life's potential. Discipline of breath, discipline of attention, discipline of stillness and presence. These words mean nothing to a somebody. Hidden somewhere, to an empty being, is the most powerful human force on the planet, and yet, hardly anyone will discover and live by these forces. The most obvious is invisible to the blind, and most are too arrogant to see.
Those who carry authentic power practice sovereignty of self. They discover a vision that opens like the canal of a mother giving birth. What is born is the fusion of self and sky. For the arrogant, the sky remains divided for they are too egocentric to look up. They are unable to humble themselves to that which is far greater than themselves because they see anything outside of themselves as bovine depravity, unworthy, and lacking the sparkling magnetism of glamour. The world is dull for the immodest. Every day is spent in conspicuous reconciliation with elegance and allure. They are drawn to ostentatious endeavors like a moth to light, eventually to die from the magnitude of the external, never to burn holy from the profundity within--that profundity within is an insatiable light which radiates outward, igniting other's lives.
Stillness-breath-the most gentle and invisible aspects of life house the powers of the master. And yet, this is not grandiose enough, not showy and dazzling enough for the ego. Therefore, those who conquer ego and the need to be provocative, invite the greatest of forces into their breath and their stillness. This is a protection piece for divinity. Those who are incapable to submit to modesty will never be able to ignite the power within, nor will they ever be aware of it for the greatest of power remains hidden and unseen.
To be breath, to be still, to be self-sovereign unveils the tramp within. As the modest one breathes, he begins to unravel the paradoxes of the soft and yielding that are masked in the illusion of subtlety and lurid equivocations. These misleading elements melt away as the modest lives in every breath divine authorizations, disrobing the tramp and exposing a divine being. Every breath is a flame and a force, igniting life's potential. Discipline of breath, discipline of attention, discipline of stillness and presence. These words mean nothing to a somebody. Hidden somewhere, to an empty being, is the most powerful human force on the planet, and yet, hardly anyone will discover and live by these forces. The most obvious is invisible to the blind, and most are too arrogant to see.
