Leaving the mother’s womb is only one kind of leaving and one form of birth and is the most well preserved protective place for starting off life and living and dying.
Still there is more pronounced pathway of leaving or of never leaving the safety net of the womb which obviously then has already served it security to its fullest potential is what keeps many seeds of full bloom living nothing more than a child who is still wandering in its new world as though still depending on the womb for everything. Maybe that is where the saying: some never grow up after leaving the womb, originated. And perhaps that is what ‘the good old days’ cliché is referring to
Protection of the child long after it wants to stand on its own two feet is also a binding boundary that tricks the protector and protectee and so the needless and often aimless wandering, dark days in dukkha and mournful mentality mouldering in mitote maya continues its mystification madness. The older the metaphorical child, the more frightening it is to leave the metaphorical womb screaming and wailing and gnashing and grinding of teeth from darkness into light.
Understanding the originality of this state of the Garden of Eden is an opportunity for instant insight. That too can itself transform to more insight or more misery because the arrival of instant insight is itself the path to self responsibility and of course the best womb cannot cater to such enormous task hence why the need for ejecting so suddenly into the world can only make one’s squeal deathening or deafening and many a time heartening amidst the pain and pangs of labour and child birth and the joy of responsible parenting- which ever one applies. Either way, life continues along knowing that God is already fully downloaded in every yearning spirit and waiting on each seed of itself to burst into full bloom and reveal God’s hiding place, somewhere within.
The sooner one begins to traverse the trek of eternity the more bruisers, risking, blissing blisters and jaded wounds and pothole of ahh and oh shit and damning and praising that one encounters- this is all part and parcel of eternity download of knowing oneself well enough and almost not well enough and still somehow feel whole and complete even when alone or especially when it is best to be alone, for a little while on the arduous self examination boardwalk of serious introspection because by then one wants to really know the meaningfulness of birth, death and everything in between. That in and of itself it the art of living and enjoying collective happiness of humanity
Still there is more pronounced pathway of leaving or of never leaving the safety net of the womb which obviously then has already served it security to its fullest potential is what keeps many seeds of full bloom living nothing more than a child who is still wandering in its new world as though still depending on the womb for everything. Maybe that is where the saying: some never grow up after leaving the womb, originated. And perhaps that is what ‘the good old days’ cliché is referring to
Protection of the child long after it wants to stand on its own two feet is also a binding boundary that tricks the protector and protectee and so the needless and often aimless wandering, dark days in dukkha and mournful mentality mouldering in mitote maya continues its mystification madness. The older the metaphorical child, the more frightening it is to leave the metaphorical womb screaming and wailing and gnashing and grinding of teeth from darkness into light.
Understanding the originality of this state of the Garden of Eden is an opportunity for instant insight. That too can itself transform to more insight or more misery because the arrival of instant insight is itself the path to self responsibility and of course the best womb cannot cater to such enormous task hence why the need for ejecting so suddenly into the world can only make one’s squeal deathening or deafening and many a time heartening amidst the pain and pangs of labour and child birth and the joy of responsible parenting- which ever one applies. Either way, life continues along knowing that God is already fully downloaded in every yearning spirit and waiting on each seed of itself to burst into full bloom and reveal God’s hiding place, somewhere within.
The sooner one begins to traverse the trek of eternity the more bruisers, risking, blissing blisters and jaded wounds and pothole of ahh and oh shit and damning and praising that one encounters- this is all part and parcel of eternity download of knowing oneself well enough and almost not well enough and still somehow feel whole and complete even when alone or especially when it is best to be alone, for a little while on the arduous self examination boardwalk of serious introspection because by then one wants to really know the meaningfulness of birth, death and everything in between. That in and of itself it the art of living and enjoying collective happiness of humanity
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