death to ego

let me soar

upon the wings of the wind,

to feel what it is to be without a body.

let me dive

below the surface of the sea,

to live inside alluring colors with creatures of the deep.

let me dissolve

into liquid light,

to fill the space between the sound.

have you ever had a spiritual experience in which you occupied a place void of space an time? void of physical manifestation? void of anything that is familiar and “true” or “real” in this perceived reality? that was a disembodiment of the Self, the soul, it was a death of your ego and therefore an awakening to the light inside of you which we refer to vaguely as love. yet, love is only a symbol, a representation of something we can’t quite put into words. love is an experience of Oneness with the universe and everything within. love is when each leaf on the tree is an extension of your fingernails, when each beast is an essential part of your family, when all the stars in the sky are simply an outward projection of what exists inside of you. love is the realization and internalization of the fact that what exists inside of you also exists inside of me.

“It’s not a question of being in Love with someone. It’s a question of being Love.”

– Osho

“Reality is a s…

“Reality is a social product arising from interaction, and commuinication extends or limits realities.” Stewart et al.

I love words. I study words, I think in words (some people think in colors, shapes, sounds, tones, etc.), and I always work very hard to find the right word. It’s interesting though, because although we humans think we have defined everything within our symbolic set of languages, I often find myself void of the right words. Hence, language limits my realities in countless ways. Some things simply cannot be expressed with words, and in these instances, I hate them. But without them, there would be extremely limited interaction. I would not be able to tell my friends about the sweet things my boyfriend does , I wouldn’t be able to make my friends feel better when they’re “in a pickle,” I would not be able to say out loud when I love someone. So, yes, I love words, but sometimes their limiting power cannot help but be felt, and in such times, my brain feels like it’s going to explode. Please, if you know other good ways of communicating to each other, comment! Communication is the center of human existence, and the more I can learn about it, the better off I’ll be. 🙂