21Jun 2015 by aryask@gmail.com

Why I don’t bother with humility

gratitude, happiness, play, spirituality, storytelling
What if each waking breath you had a whole new brain, a new perspective, and all that remained was a wonder, “Here I am.” What if we dropped our personhood, no matter clever or simple, humble or self-absorbed, into the thick fragrance of now. Those ribbons of analysis wrapped around the mind, how we decorate our walls with untold stories. If we remove the outside world from the equation of "me," what are we left with? The self-image is hallow. there is no person behind the mask. There is nothing to chase or avoid, you are the light soaking on your forehead. How light wrinkles and shifts in her eyes, starring at the world behind the world with the spear of destiny in hand. Easy under the skin, liquify your spine, melt like gravity washing over the…
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15Apr 2015 by aryask@gmail.com

A meditation on mission and memory

purpose, storytelling
The highest form of reason is love without reason. My deepest insecurity is flawed memory. So, memory for what? There is a voice that doesn't use words. There is a place of no ambition, just a sure mission to submission without ego. To throw your imagination forward and let it speak its own language, like living in a lighthouse to summon the ships. Who knows who steers them and what stories they hold. Just keep the light on for whoever can see. Only the bold can arrive and there is no thirst for understanding. It's not in your interest nor theirs. We're not in the business of fixing the world, our place is beneath the surface of things where passion dwells without bounds. There's a voice that doesn't use words,…
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