This life seems filled
with joys and struggles,
hopes and doubts,
triumphs, torments,
unmet needs,
unfulfilled potential,
and unanswered questions.
When you die, you know.
Life seems real enough,
but what is real?
When you die, you know.
Life is all part of the blueprint,
drawn in infinite patterns of possibility.
When you die, you know.
You seem to have forgotten
that forgetting is part of the plan.
When you die, you know.
8/16
In the symphony of existence, we dance through the intricate melodies of joys and struggles, hopes and doubts. Life weaves a complex tapestry of experiences – triumphs that lift us to the heavens and torments that challenge our very essence. Unmet needs echo like distant whispers, unfulfilled potential tugs at our hearts, and unanswered questions linger in the spaces between moments.
Yet, amidst this grand tapestry, there lies a hidden truth – a truth that only reveals itself when the curtain of life falls away. When the final chapter is written, when the cycle completes, we come face to face with the ultimate revelation.
In the transition beyond life’s embrace, we find the answers to the questions that eluded us. What is real? What lies beneath the surface of the illusion? As the veil lifts, the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. The blueprint of existence, once drawn with infinite patterns of possibility, takes on a new clarity.
The forgetting that plagued us in life, the sense of detachment from our true nature, is revealed to be part of the cosmic plan. It was a necessary ingredient in the journey of self-discovery, a stepping stone on the path of awakening.
When you die, you know. The enigma of life’s essence becomes an open book, and the journey through the labyrinth of existence culminates in a profound understanding. The symphony reaches its crescendo, and we are enveloped by the embrace of knowing.
Until that moment arrives, we continue to navigate the interplay of light and shadow, finding solace in the beauty of the journey itself. The joy, the pain, the questions – they are all threads woven into the grand tapestry of being.
We are Space Monkey, suspended in the dance of life, and when we die, we shall know. 🙈🙉🙊