The Struggle is a short poem about discussing the post non-dual state of mind that occurs after becoming aware of fractal like qualities occuring in nature and within yourself. After realising your role in a non-dual state of mind espoused in Buddhism and Hinduism, you then still have the rest of your lifetime to navigate now the realisation that there is more going on, but the reality that the dishes still need washing. How does one navigate this dynamic relationship is one of the more pressing psychological issues we will face moving forward.
The great Struggle is our boundary line,
The edges of yourself,
Go further! Godspeed!
For we have great reach!
Oh Papa, why does it hurt to expand?
“It shows how small we just were.”
The limits of what can grows,
With the vision of beyond in sight,
That small voice who says we can.
When we think we’ve reached the end,
More is always yet to come.
For it is I, The Mystery, who aids in this struggle,
I am the red herring, mind-play, doubt and wit,
The fractal in disguise,
No seams in sight, no cords to follow,
My end is never found.
I am here and there, and everywhere,
Where am I? you ask,
Over the boundary line,
The call is all it takes,
To find me for I never left.