Tag: space

Looking Deeply at Reality

If we look deeply at a flower

We see there isn’t truly a flower

A flower is made of non flower material

A flower is made of water, soil, nutrients & sunlight

You and I are the same

If we can touch the true reality of things

We see that everything is connected

I am not made of human materials

I am made of water which came from the clouds & rivers

I am made of materials like iron, calcium, zinc

Which were created many billions of years ago in a dying star

I am made of the sun, water & soil

Our life is impermanent on this earth but our matter is infinite

It can neither be created nor destroyed, only transformed

If we can touch this true reality, our suffering will vanish in this moment

With aloha,

Johnny

Brothers & Sisters

There once was a star in the milky way

Until one day this star grew old

This distant star died & transformed into a supernova

Sending its space dust in the vast darkness of the Universe

Until one day this dust accumulated and condensed under pressure

To form our home, Earth

The star never truly died

It was reborn

Reborn as you, me, and every species that has existed on this planet

We are brothers & sisters

Sharing this beautiful planet together

With Aloha,

Johnny

Black Hole.

 

 

A black hole appears.

Gravity stronger than a billion suns.

Pulling me slowly into its endless abyss.

Will I be sucked into the darkness?

 

My mission.

My purpose.

My vision.

Is to alleviate suffering in this world.

Will I fulfill this life’s mission?

 

The black hole of distraction.

It’s gravity stronger than a billion stars.

Addicted to scrolling.

Scrolling through the darkness of social media.

 

There are no passions found in the black hole.

Only distraction.

No purpose or meaning.

Countless missions left incomplete.

 

 

Social media & distractions are not all meaningless blackholes. But we must be careful that we do not get sucked into their gravitational pull. Set boundaries. Know the signs of addiction. Use mindfully. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stardust.

Infinite space.

Infinite time.

Infinite possibilities.

 

The darkness of a black hole.

The blinding light of a quasar.

A massive star becomes a supernova.

A supernova transforms into a pulsar.

Dancing light into the darkness.

 

Does the Universe mourn the dying star?

Or does it celebrate the supernova for giving birth to new life?

 

Does a star truly die?

Or can it only transform?

 

For I am stardust.

Born from a dying star.

Dancing into the darkness.