The Landfill and a Shrine

Man has a strong propensity to be childish and bullish at the same time. His ego becomes his only guide and he brings God the great unknown within his temptations and places like another book in his bookshelf. Read for certain days and times, tucked away for the rest. This is absurd and foolish. Man thinks he can take on as many as things as he must. He is told of duties and responsibilities that place the central map of his being. He treats his mind like a landfill, rummaging through whatever is dumped in it. Some are even proud of the size of the landfill; he mocks those building walls around their landfills to prevent the continued unexpected erosion. He finds it irresponsible when some trying reduce the mess inside their minds, he calls it careless or selfish or irresponsible. He fails to see the effort to preserve sanity and rise to higher awareness. He further mocks time by filling it with stuff to keep his mind and body busy, he wanders without purpose or intention yet filled with arrogance and calls it quest or worse; duties and responsibilities. His view becomes his only view, and his view sadly was never his to begin with, but what was told, because he never investigated it. His mind is a landfill, a dumping ground, a cesspool. He then desperately rushes to find his god, like an idol he wants to place on top of the landfill. Like insurance policy for the landfill! His is idol is bound to sink and disappear in the landfill.

Sadly, this is the world of most beings. Its is understandable, often inevitable. There is no easy answer here or pathways to point to. But this understanding can pave the way to a path that is truly his own. First like in any landfill, one must reduce the intake, then equally important; one must also push out what has been there inside rotting and consuming him eternally. There is no harm in creating a space amidst the chaos for worship and alignment, it is essential. But it has to be done intentionally with a requirement to fall back to it, to centralize it in his being so there is to be growth, there is to be addition and subtraction. Addition of alignment and subtraction of everything else in the landfill. Like a shrine being built while clearing the mess. There will be storms and setbacks, but he builds, rebuilds with focus and commitment.  This shrine gradually grows and consumes him where the place is no longer a landfill, but a place of singularity to the unknown (God), there will be order in what’s left of the landfill and yes there will still always be some in samsara life. But, now he has a fortified shrine with a singular path and alignment. From a landfill to a shrine, there was a path paved to the ultimate source. His words, sound, ways revibrate in all time. Written while being lost and filling up my own landfill. All praise to the unknown. I saw beautiful miracles to be reminded of life above the landfill. All praise to the unknown.