Like Snow Falling On Screaming

I had a Virtual Buddha tea today at Tea Drop in Kansas City.

Tracy asked me if I felt enlighted.

I sat for a while, watching the snow blowing outside, and said "Sometimes."

I wondered what it must be like to have snow conciousness. And what the difference is for us, with human conciousness.

Snow simply is. It blows about. It forms crystals around ancient dust, each unique, if not in specific structure, in the dna of snow's heart, in the path that each flacke follows.

We have taken our conciousness and turned it into one long scream.

I understand now why the creation story has our downfall as the understanding of good and evil, the creation, in our own heads, of a duality that has root only in the illusion to which we cling.

I couldn't help thinking about what the snowflakes drifting about would sound like screaming, if the rain cried, if the trees curled up in fear, what an anxious place this whole world would be.

But they don't.

They follow their forms, live their paths, each surviving as they must, but not capitulating to false desire.

Unfortunately, we can not say that they have the opportunity to be happy.

That is our challenge, unique in the cosmos, to know that our own brief existence is simply a moment in time, and to experience that breath in the universe with a smile, knowing that we will fade once again into the oneness, floating someday, cosmic dust in a snowflake, minerals floating the phloem, breathed ourselves in and out of the ever unfolding universe.

We are returning dust
Cosmicly constituent
Here, there and no where

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[Yoda]

"Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind" (Kansas)
Sometimes a happy dust. And why not. We can be both, and we can believe, that sometimes we will enjoy others through the wonder of the snowflake. We can be the little something which is at the origin of this ephemere beauty.
This perspective make me feel better. And to enjoy life more. Every day of it.