We all probably remember times or situations, where we felt (hopefully we still feel!) unconditional happiness like an innocent child, dandle and hopping around with inner rootless excitement. But afterwards, we probably also have experienced this sense of fear sneaking in like a tiny drop of water repeating and repeating over and over again:
“Don’t trust that happiness – its ending, its not the core truth, its not the reality. You need to stay with the facts. The reality is
struggle, separation, frustratingly disappointments by others and finally, you are loosing your personal identity in death. You have to defend yourself.”
So we build up walls. Walls of separating notions and images. Out of fear of being judged or being blamed. “If they recognize me naked, see through my image, know my hidden secrets... they won´t love me any more.”
Doesn´t feel good, does it?
But may be, this perception filtered by fear is not the ultimate truth. May be the truth is, that:
”I´m loved, unconditionally, without questioning, including my fear, including all my seemingly mistakes of narrowing and binding
notions.”
What, if I get rid of all notions and become “poor of images”, like Rumi, the love drunken ecstatic, who quoted once in a blissful state (free recall):
“A man is standing upright on a field, naked. He has no name, no title.
He has no family nor ancestors. No nation or religion he belongs to.
He has no possessions, neither qualities or talents.
He has no fore time and no future. There is no fence or tree he can hide behind.
There´s a man standing upright on a field. I ask you, who has such courage?”
So don´t fear, for I am with you...