THE DEATH OF SATISFACTION
“Bound to a limited form. Impermeable edges and sterile borders. Without usual fluidity of existence. We continue to hope for relief while gathering an obstructed view.
The restraints we cannot see, but we can feel.
One may ask us to step forward, and this step will end all that is familiar. Intense craving.
Summoning swift release in death. Or ego death.
We will only be born again to realize what is dying inside us.
The battery of our heart powers our mind, and outlasts all thoughts and prayers.
Each morning. The heart awakens all systems. To new life.
To try again. A lost paradise we must regain.
Our true claim to aliveness, the battery of our soul, the heart is the only way forward.”
- RYAN UZILEVSKY