lets see now I found this a long time ago and started thinking about it again it makes a lot of sence why cant man just be as they put why must we have all these forms and patterns we call rules. we will never be able to change or nature, entropy will all ways rule if we could get rid of all these crazy assholes in the world(or course that will never happend so why I worrie I dont know) just being would work wouldnt it? all I want is total freedom to just be. hope that made sence. thoughts?
THE DARKNESS WAS ONE
by Tani Jantsang
The Eternal Parent, wrapped in invisible robes slumbered.
Time was not, for it lay asleep in the infinite bosom of duration.
Space was not, for there was no place or point.
Darkness alone filled the Boundless All.
And the Darkness was One.
The Seven Sublime Forms and the Five Truths were not yet, and
the universe, the child of necessity, had not yet been breathed out.
Alone, the One Form of Being stretched boundless, infinite,
causeless, in dreamless sleep. And life pulsated unconscious,
throughout that all-presence.
The Great Wheel was not yet. The Dark Formers and the Luminous
Forms, were not yet. The Forms that come from No-form rested in
the bliss of eternal non-being.
And the Darkness was One.
A vibration thrills through Darkness, expanding within and without,
touching the whole Universe which was now an embryo in Darkness.
Then, the Ray flashed out into a web of 7 lights, and the 5 truths
molded the whole into LIFE.
Yet still, the Darkness was one.
And the Cosmos was born from the web, a woven fabric of many
colors and tones. And the cloth was woven perfectly, no color
dominated, yet none were the same; no tones were the same, yet
all were harmonious; all blended in a variegated ever-changing
cloth, whose capacity for infinite change was proof of the miracle
of life.And man was part of this woven fabric of life.
And all man had to do to delight in this gift of life, was BE.
But man was not content with the harmony in the fabric.
And so man tried to change the fabric of the cloth and found
that this was easy. Man wanted to have the blues dominate
over the reds, to get rid of the greens and yellows; he wanted
there to be the same tones, not different tones. And though
most of the tones were gone, man found that what remained
was a discordant, disharmonious noise that caused him much
unrest. And finally, there was nothing left but a torn up,
shredded, scrap of cloth: what remained of the fabric that was man.
Yet still, the Darkness was One.
THE DARKNESS WAS ONE
by Tani Jantsang
The Eternal Parent, wrapped in invisible robes slumbered.
Time was not, for it lay asleep in the infinite bosom of duration.
Space was not, for there was no place or point.
Darkness alone filled the Boundless All.
And the Darkness was One.
The Seven Sublime Forms and the Five Truths were not yet, and
the universe, the child of necessity, had not yet been breathed out.
Alone, the One Form of Being stretched boundless, infinite,
causeless, in dreamless sleep. And life pulsated unconscious,
throughout that all-presence.
The Great Wheel was not yet. The Dark Formers and the Luminous
Forms, were not yet. The Forms that come from No-form rested in
the bliss of eternal non-being.
And the Darkness was One.
A vibration thrills through Darkness, expanding within and without,
touching the whole Universe which was now an embryo in Darkness.
Then, the Ray flashed out into a web of 7 lights, and the 5 truths
molded the whole into LIFE.
Yet still, the Darkness was one.
And the Cosmos was born from the web, a woven fabric of many
colors and tones. And the cloth was woven perfectly, no color
dominated, yet none were the same; no tones were the same, yet
all were harmonious; all blended in a variegated ever-changing
cloth, whose capacity for infinite change was proof of the miracle
of life.And man was part of this woven fabric of life.
And all man had to do to delight in this gift of life, was BE.
But man was not content with the harmony in the fabric.
And so man tried to change the fabric of the cloth and found
that this was easy. Man wanted to have the blues dominate
over the reds, to get rid of the greens and yellows; he wanted
there to be the same tones, not different tones. And though
most of the tones were gone, man found that what remained
was a discordant, disharmonious noise that caused him much
unrest. And finally, there was nothing left but a torn up,
shredded, scrap of cloth: what remained of the fabric that was man.
Yet still, the Darkness was One.