the world like a round rubber ball

the world like a round rubber ball keeps bouncing in smaller and smaller arcs, one less than the last, and rolling downhill away further and further. the animals of earth trapped in alien machines filled with toxic chemicals, working harder and harder to create artificial life in the artificial environment they call civilisation. the walls, floors and ceilings of crushed inert materials filled with long lasting poisons that they raise their children in, machines of increasingly expensive gadgetry that require greater and greater sacrifice to own and operate, and ensure that each owner is trapped in the world designed only for the movement of the machines, and not for the inward journey of the soul. no one has time to secure their own truth their own intuitive calling, to find the lost kingdom and regain the center of being and the connection to all universal forces. all are in their lost lives avoiding the sadhana the dharma of the soul. for each there is a reason, the poverty, the injustice, the uselessness, all find fault without and fear to find the truth within. the ego has no investment in stepping aside, relinquishing control, letting what will happen when truth is faced squarely, and life as it has been lived is found to be empty. in all the seed is planted, some say there are many without even the seed, that may be, but if you are reading this the seed is already sprouting, to find sunlight and air that is not contaminated with desire and fear, where love holds all beings and miracles are everywhere you look and hear and feel. the playland of the soul is the heart, not the mind, for mind is the separate self, the small nature the limited being, only the heart can feel free and allow the mind to stop. take no action but to move inward and travel the loving journey from the fearful mind, to the open heart.