blazeofglory
06-30-2007, 11:56 AM
I am a seeker. I do not mind you call me by whatever isms-idealism, realism. materialism, spiritualism. That is enteriely your problem to classify me, categorize me, classify me, laber me. I am like a folk singer in a pastoral setting, a free wanderer, a maverick.
I am a seeker. My birth is a happening, a sudden flash of something. That I did not exist before and I will not after a cerain length of time. I am very much sure of the futility of what i am doing. All these works have no meaning.
Yet I am attached to everything. But when I am alone I start meditating over a variety of subjects. Wha I am here. And am I over upon at death as I am existant at birth. All these questions harrow me. I find no place anywhere. I want to be ansewered.
This curiosity to arrive at the answer to the question I am always obsessed with is why I am here.
When I have this question a thousand questions crop up endlessly ? With the question-why I am here - so many questions as why the rest of other humanbeings, animal beings and vegetative beings are here. If everything is a passe and will have to wind up ultimately why this continued worry.
We have insatiable desires that go endlessly. Are all these desires worth desiring?
Again a qeustion crops up what I am seeking? More and more riches and assets? More wealth, name, fame. power, love, compassion, space? Yes I am seeking all of them together with something different> While the rest get tangled by these important attributes of life.
I am seeking some other things in addition to those materials everyone run after.
May be or May be not I am seeking God. I do not Know for certain that all that I am seekihg is material or immatrial . Maybe they are forces of nature or what I am intimately seeking is within a boundary of nature or it does exist beyond I do not know at all.
Order is what I am seeking afterall. Maybe there is an aget that order things out of mayhem. Maybe the source of this all is God. Or maybe not. I am seeking.
I am a seeker. My birth is a happening, a sudden flash of something. That I did not exist before and I will not after a cerain length of time. I am very much sure of the futility of what i am doing. All these works have no meaning.
Yet I am attached to everything. But when I am alone I start meditating over a variety of subjects. Wha I am here. And am I over upon at death as I am existant at birth. All these questions harrow me. I find no place anywhere. I want to be ansewered.
This curiosity to arrive at the answer to the question I am always obsessed with is why I am here.
When I have this question a thousand questions crop up endlessly ? With the question-why I am here - so many questions as why the rest of other humanbeings, animal beings and vegetative beings are here. If everything is a passe and will have to wind up ultimately why this continued worry.
We have insatiable desires that go endlessly. Are all these desires worth desiring?
Again a qeustion crops up what I am seeking? More and more riches and assets? More wealth, name, fame. power, love, compassion, space? Yes I am seeking all of them together with something different> While the rest get tangled by these important attributes of life.
I am seeking some other things in addition to those materials everyone run after.
May be or May be not I am seeking God. I do not Know for certain that all that I am seekihg is material or immatrial . Maybe they are forces of nature or what I am intimately seeking is within a boundary of nature or it does exist beyond I do not know at all.
Order is what I am seeking afterall. Maybe there is an aget that order things out of mayhem. Maybe the source of this all is God. Or maybe not. I am seeking.