Suffering is just another fabled idea of pain, pain resting comfortably in the shade. Our weakness is only a cornerstone, holding up our little grudges. With self and other, past and present, existence and stillness, addiction and control. Our ego’s decline to comment, as the happiest moments of our lives fade from view, only to reappear in what is always occurring in the moment, this eternal now. In our weakest moments, we still carry the same strength, the same charge of a sun exploding, as light bares light. Darkness is only a canvas for motion, for life to become aware from the stillness of our original mind.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Sarah Schoenfeld, Chemistry Begets Beauty, All You Can Feel. image of Herion