Begin with the End. Why keep up? It's always changing. Even the specific gets lost in the mind's matter. Sunday meditation on the past week I de-clutter thoughts, nagging and unresolved. Thoughts alive and dead. I climax with what I thought was the highest peak I could climb. Back then, I would see the world and all it had to offer me. But I wanted more. I didnt want to give in to it. I wanted constant noise and manufactured light so I could stay awake for all hours. I had to devour life and every element surrounding me. The clear road was a lie. I was running away from the void.
Lately I've notice the lost lives of my family members. What they choose to post molds my opinions. Online they tend to daily expose their guts and tribulations for all to see and read. So accepting this cold construct, I would live the lives of my family via the screen. I see their accumulation of noise and their fight over the simple. I guess if I got the right products of importance then would I to cease to have any problems? Or would new ones arise from the same rotten root? The silence of life. I know they are afraid. I was too. But the void no longer scares me as I close my eyes and breathe deeply without worry, without background music.
So tell me, loved one, what do you need for your peace of mind? All the materials of the world? Would that give you enlightenment to your soul? I tend to think all worlds possessions makes you a slave, a prisoner to the times. I see these "things," defining you. Would that give your life meaning? One could consume the "American Dream," and still crave more.
What else can soothe your broken heart? Would pledging your undying love to another soul ease your agitation or cause you to convulse, gag and choke? Is that love to you? When you forget yourself for another, a soul you hardly know? That is not love, that is ego stroking for the sake of reciprocation and approval. Be the Buddha of not giving a fuck or giving yourself away.
I was watching a recent episode of Mad Men and Don Draper's eternal search for meaning. His younger gorgeous wife give him a copy of The Beatles's Revolver. She says, in thier New York penthouse home, "Start with this one." "This one," being the song "Tomorrow Never Knows." Any Beatles fan knows that "Tomorrow," is actually the last song on the album. Begin with the end. This song was the LSD springboard for Lennon and the crew. During the recording session for Revolver, this mind bending song was initially title, "The Void. This landmark album foreshadowed the cosmic heights their music would take. So back to "Mad Men." Draper puts it on, kicks shoes off and sits back yearning for peace, hoping to understand the meaning of his life through this song. It plays, buzz noise to him. he rejects it all the after verse and opts to hit the hay for shut eye. Begin with the end.
Perhaps we have all become like Draper, hooked to the system, rotten and unable to eat anything pure and nourishing. But you can't hide forever behind your Wayfarers. You have to give in to the silence of "You." You and the cosmic love matter is all that counts. Surrender like I have, to the void. Turn it all off, before it's too late. See you on down the road.