Water doesn’t react, it flows
Even a rock changes over time
Eroded by the elements
Permanence of any kind is a myth
Spinning into infinity
External forces are not forces at all
Ripples extending outward
Coloring the surface of the pond
It is all water
Even the ripple is part of the surface
The deep calm beneath
Drops losing individuality in a whole
Show me a drop of water in a lake
It is there, but it isn’t
Words pointing in endless directions
Around and through my being
There is nothing
A wave through nothing
An existence shattered
And then thrown away
Why won’t it go away?
What am I clinging to?
I renounce a thousand worlds
This one holds nothing
My head throbs
As much as it is my head
Can consciousness leap from one plane to another, and remain intact?
Can the journey be experienced?
Or do we simply wake up in a new life
With the expectations of the old one?
How do I let go, realize the change, and move on?
Words have no meaning
This post means nothing
Let it go
Whatever I am thinking, it is gone
My current thoughts are your vision into my past
What is it like to ride in a time machine?
Sounds arise out of and fall back into silence, but what is silence? It seems that there is always noise. Noise arising out of and falling back into noise. A dog barking against a constant background of chirping crickets. The barking arises out of silence. The cricket chirping arises out of silence, but where is silence? Is silence the absence of noise? Or is silence inner stillness where there is no such thing as sound?
If you shut your eyes, and contemplate reality only with your ears, you will find there is a background of silence, and all sounds are coming out of it. They start out of silence. If you close your eyes, and just listen, you will observe the sounds came out of nothing, floated off, and off, stopped being a sonic echo, and became a memory, which is another kind of echo. It is very simple; it all begins now, and therefore it is spontaneous.
What you are, what you think you are and what others think you are, are all different. What is the real you? What you think you are is shaped by what you think others think of you. You have developed a way to think of yourself that you would like others to adopt. Unfortunately, other people experience you and they have their own ideas about what you are. Sometimes they will think better of you and sometimes they will think worse. Mostly what they think of you is all tied up in what they think of themselves. Somewhere in there each of you has a real you that is lost in all those ideas.
In order to get a sense of the real you, you need to notice what it is that you want people to think about you. If you notice a difference between what you think about you, what you want people to think about you, and what you think people think of you, the real you lies in that difference. You are not right, they are not right, there is an unknown something in there that is the real you.
Most of our energy is spent creating and projecting and protecting an idea of ourselves that is constantly changing. Beneath it all is something, something wonderful.