I see us looking out our windows. Peering longingly into the haunting world full of empty promises and desperate grasping of misshapen dreams.
We were promised paradise yet we are finding dystopia. We look to the sky angrily as if it made us pour our souls down the abyss of more. We look gauntly around us for solace, another morsel to extinguish the burning pit inside of us.
No morsel will suffice and no paradise will arise around us. We slaughter millions to make for thousands. We cheer happily for the death of our “enemies” and scream in horror as our days get interrupted by crisis.
“When the world has the Tao Fast horses are retired to fertilize the grounds
When the world lacks the Tao Warhorses must give birth on the battlefield”TTC 46 (Lin)
Do more or die! Make more or die! Buy more or die!
Violence screams through barred teeth at our willing agreement to do as we are told, lest the demon we have nourished inside ourselves gets let loose on the world around us.
Can a world be so sick that past it’s dying it lives as an undead, heartless, mindless entity only parading as human, in its evil stampede towards further destruction.
Am I alone in feeling the weight of so many in a frenzied feeding to be unbound by their shackles and once again let loose to feed on humanity. Chained by circumstance they waited. Freed by “benevolent” incentives to get back to the way things were.
Were things really good the way they were and is getting back to it necessary if it means resuming insanity?
There is no crime greater than greed
No disaster greater than discontentment
No fault greater than avarice
Thus the satisfaction of contentment is the lasting satisfactionTTC 46 (Lin)
If it isn’t enough now, it will never be enough. If the crazed demigod living inside us has not tasted enough flesh or had its fill of pleasure, another bite won’t do the trick.
If we want something different something different must be done. If we want to feel full, we must as Lao Tzu says “allow ourselves to become empty.”
The beast was almost starved, was almost banished back to the inferno, yet it only needed the scent of a morsel of desire to come raging back to life.
We can hang on to greed as we fall off the mountain top or we can descend slowly with grace down the other side cherishing our memories of those wild things we did on the way up. We can live on in our humble acceptance that the only way forward now is down. And the only way down is to remove our own heads from the clouds.
There is enough when we decide there is enough. We are filled when we allow ourselves to be empty. Contentment exists as a reward for letting go of desire. Letting go of desire is as easy as saying thank you for the fire that burns down our home.