The Great Breath

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JC Collins

The purpose of human existence, the curriculum of man and spirit, is on the reunification with the eternal and immutable law, which henceforth shall be called deity; rules which govern the cyclic nature of exhalation and inhalation, creation and destruction, light and darkness.






And so, it was that the first experience of a man was that of a boy tethered to the earth but blowing in the wind.  Oh thou, of patient heart and weary new bones.  Set forth upon the journey laid before thee.  Harken not to the echoes of the past but leap from life to life in joyous sorrow.

Shapes and forms dance in the shadows. Action figures bring fellowship; loneliness, awareness.

Confusion for years through mindless existence.  Grow.  Learn.  Do what others have taught thee to do.  Be what others want thee to be.   Thou.  Thou lost in darkness.

The tether breaks and boy loses’ grip on that which was once secure.  Once comforting.  Once constricting.  Earth moves like ocean and the wind carries him aloft.  Above the maelstrom.  Above desire.

Now in the wilderness, the boy, now a man, sits cross-legged in the snow.  Whistling the great hymn of the rootless root and forever now.  A kind of music which draws down to earth the glow of the aurora borealis.  With each whistle the green lights dance amongst the evergreens as man, like Mozart, conducts a great opera which is silent but also deafening.

Fingers moan as face vanishes.  The snow melts and the ground springs forth with newness and life.  A low vibration runs through all things and the light above now comes from within.  Body feeds earth and eyes turn to wine.

And so, it was that the last experience of a boy was that of a man stretching to the limitless edge of the edgeless Absolute.  If light could be a solid than this is what it would feel like.  Be like.  Inhalation followed by silence.



– JC


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6 Comments on “The Great Breath”

  1. Damn you Collins! Everytime I’m getting well grounded with my toes dug into the soil you bring me back up inside myself searching for all the meanings your words hold. Of course it almost always ends up with me saying to myself…damn I knew that, lol. People usually ask what I’m laughing at when it happens at which I just say they wouldn’t understand. Of course I only say that after the numerous times telling them the story of my journey to understanding the words enough to relate them with my own personal experiences. I guess I’ve got a bit beat down in my years. Oh well a good laugh with myself is always fun.

    Thank you once again for getting the gears up in my head turning. Sounds like I need a little oil up in that area. Hahahaha.

    Love the robot brother! Fine detail, looks like a keeper 😉

  2. I work in a greenhouse and grow perennial starters .

    There’s a chorus from the singing of each type, I can’t hear it , but I can intuit it..
    There is a vast amount of life’s expression from many forms on the Earth that express that remains undetected by the human senses..
    Earth is a planet that births life in myriad of forms , we have yet to find such a place as this..

  3. What a song…

    Brain Damage

    The lunatic is on the grass
    The lunatic is on the grass
    Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
    Got to keep the loonies on the path

    The lunatic is in the hall
    The lunatics are in my hall
    The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
    And every day the paper boy brings more

    And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
    And if there is no room upon the hill
    And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
    I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

    The lunatic is in my head
    The lunatic is in my head
    You raise the blade, you make the change
    You re-arrange me ’til I’m sane
    You lock the door
    And throw away the key
    There’s someone in my head but it’s not me

    And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
    You shout and no one seems to hear
    And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
    I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

    — Roger Waters

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