Do you take up residence in the antiquated, fabricated, and absorbed patterns of man? Or are you sagaciously swifter and more dynamically prudent than that, where they can’t (no matter how hard they look, with their old-fangled ways) ever find you? Though it’s really not a mere place, are you where they can’t ever know you? Concrete images of self are much of what they cadaverously exist as. Concrete images of self are what they taught you to absorb, and such images and devised schemes of inner dominancy are petrified and calcified. The solidified, isolated center of inner self-ish-ness (which really isn’t a center at all) is endorsed and condoned by ruthless others (who, themselves, absorbed from conditioned others). To go beyond conditioned ways, significantly, requires that the mind shed its primitive caterpillar/chrysalis ways and, instead, soar (as a fresh butterfly) free from all the inertness.
The beautiful butterflies and the colorful flowers of this marvelous earth are not separate things. Please don’t merely yank the flowers out of the soil and shove them in cold vases; please look at them where they grow (and connect with them). Please don’t net radiant butterflies and coldly stick them in framed wall-display-mounts; please enjoy them as they vibrantly fly (and please soar higher too). Please don’t try to isolate yourself in a dark, dead little corner (of self, of “me”) and think that you are somehow separate from (and different from) the living whole. Please blossom and open up your wings beyond mere stagnant (enclosed) ways.