Who's way is it anyway? (WEI WU WEI'S WAY, Ivan Frimmel)

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Whatever we do to reclaim our original being,

whatever we do to grow into our wholeness,

it all becomes pointless once reclaimed and integrated.

 

Any method is only important in how much it is a useful tool.

We can bicker about toolkits and toolboxes.

We can argue value, volume, validity and efficacy:

which one for whom,

when and for how long,

all that hinders expedient reclamation and integration.

 

Certain occurrences in the process of reclamation and integration are marked

off as moments of great humorous relief.

Call them milestones,

call them checkpoints,

call them marks or signs,

call the process the way, path, pascha or pesah,

call it:

"wei wu wei's way" or

"who's way is it anyway?' or

"which way was that again?"

we know that the last check point is reached when

the importance of the method,

the memories of the method,

the madness to the method,

the way or manner in which we did this,

the way or approach we took to get here,

when all that gets undone into a string of uncharged recollections,

when we find that the last checkpoint needs no marking,

when 'that we got here' dissolves in the realization that we are here,

that this is real.

I am,

you are,

this is

 

Love,

Wim

 

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