The First Confusion: Between Action and Perception

THIS ARTICLE IS A PART OF THE SERIES “Metaphysical Echoes — صدى ما وراء الوعي,”

Although my awareness is limited, I wrote this series when I realized I am still blind to the world and perphaps to myself

What about you?

Have you felt the same confusin between awareness,action and resistance beneath the weight of this fragile existence?

What have you truly realized?

Perhaps a little thought is enough to awaken a spirit that was quietly dead.

That sudden revival of life upon entering a realm of actions and patterns, whether good or distorted, confuses the senses.

The mental and spiritual senses are lost together, entangled in the threads of years and ages, until the orphan is imprisoned within himself, besieged by his own self.

The action here is to enter, and the reaction is to be lost.

Those who wish to be free must first free themselves from the very desire for freedom,

for that desire itself is the root of imprisonment,

the wall the mind builds around the soul, thinking it is opening doors.

One must impose a veil of ignorance upon oneself,

to contemplate things not out of greed for benefit,

but out of a longing for deep understanding —

a fragmented awareness, a current carrying opposing deconstructive tendencies.

And the attempt to mold things into concepts and terms

is nothing but a belittlement of the act and the event.

But what if the acts themselves are cosmic?

Is it truth speaking through human tongues,

or echoes from beings who saw the universe in their own image,

blurred in vision, disturbed in echo?

What is the point of striving for life without understanding it?

Is it enough to feel content simply because you have lived?

And who can guarantee that you were truly alive?

How many souls move through repetitive tasks,

distinguished only by the pattern of their work and the ladder of authority —

different degrees in an endless tower of “I”?

It is strange that the ordinary has become this extraordinary.

The current of creation has become one-directional,

birthing innovative things from ancient chains,

yet nothing from the spirit of the moment is truly born.

Have we generalized all dimensions?

No, simply no.

We are heading toward a meagre productivity,

destroying the cosmic vibration

without adding anything inspiring,

except more of the same vague ambiguity.

I am not here to prove anything,

but to question.

These reflections came to me in a moment of exhaustion,

not from arrogance nor sanctimony,

but as criticism — of myself as much as of others.

I still do not understand.

I am still searching.

Still lost, like you.

But I took another descent,

a deep valley dividing what was shaped

from what remains unknown —

isolated,

as if repulsed by our consciousness itself.

Series: Metaphysical Echoes — صدى ما وراء الوعي

Author: LUCCIAN.LAYTH

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Perhaps it was an ethereal dream accompanied by a flicker of awareness that trembled beneath transparent meanings, striking you with a confusion that was not a flaw, but rather a gift from existence itself; to truly test you: will you bear it? Or will you look at it with the gaze of a blind man at sunlight and the moon's sheath? What is confusion and bewilderment? Without them, can we say that we are beings who have realised or realised when we were lost and confused? Or is the moment of bewilderment that precedes realisation the very spark of consciousness? Is confusion the beginning of realisation, or does it precede it, foreshadowing what is to come? The meaning here remains ambiguous, and perhaps there is only one way to unravel it: a steady stream of questions that seem tedious at first glance, but which alone reveal meaning when certainty exhausts us.