He sits and yearns for a thing he should not have. For something beneath the sacredness of his divine soul.
The yearning itself is good—to live is to yearn. If there’s nothing for which you yearn, you can hardly be said to be alive.
But the form this yearning has taken is death itself. To yearn for that which is beneath you is to destroy yourself.
So the form must be crushed. Extinguished like the embers of an abandoned campfire in a dry forest.
And then that yearning can be freed.
The flame of life that burns inside—that was always good. The yearning—that is life.
The yearning to live is the yearning for truth, because we know we don’t have it. We know that “truth” is not the same as “verbal accuracy”. But not knowing anything better we hang on to what we know, our knowledge. Then we add to the meaning of our knowledge, as it doesn’t feel “just right”. We don’t ask if there really is a “path to truth”. Or, if we try to find it never do.
This is because truth is merely “what is”, no garnishing. It is always right in front of our eyes, and we are part of it. The apparent conflict is between “time” and “now”. Our bodies go through the process of “birth, growth, decline, and death” and that’s it. We are trying to escape from this...but the other side of conflict is that there is no time at all for the soul. We can only be aware of “now”, never the past or future. We struggle between memory and projection, (what should be) and what IS. The Creator alone is living His creation. Stop identifying with the body if you want peace.