Icy Roads

Do you know what you are reaching for? Can you see your frivolous grasping at things that never develop? What do you now have in your possession that is truly yielding something of value, with which you can mark as something you have understood? These temporary vortexes that you constantly experience and conjure up are nothing but mere sideshows in the great stream of life. These constant mini-whirlpools, next to the bank, these illusory fabrications of desire you call your life. You have mistaken these little swirls as life's meaning, but you can't see they are not life's meaning. You cannot see life's meaning, because you cannot get away from your logical self. This plastic self is not real and you refuse to see it as not real. You believe that life is only what you make of it. You cannot see the stage and its many actors simply posing as magicians. I tell you, in every waking moment, there are angels waiting for you. It is possible to sit and not reach. It is possible to become aware of your grasping. There is an occupation of a self that exists that sees all you need is what you, now, already have. Life is trying to introduce you to yourself and it is evident by the white-out, blizzard conditions you find yourself in. Where there is the most despair, where there is the most difficulty, where there is the greatest powerlessness lies the angels of peace, truth and the you that you are looking for. Blessings, r