in a very real sense, not a metaphor, but an actual inquiry into if indeed we own a head. Of course one may be shaking their own sense of solid headfulness at this very notion. Understandable. Yet let's take a look, a deep turnabout to face what may prove faceless. Our traditional view is one sided - the world extending from the place we call ourselves. This is how we navigate the exterior sense of order, a guide through form, and very reliable for this point of purpose. Right now though, we'll trace this path to its interior source, our journey back to headless wonder. It's simple: look from object directly back to what holds it in awareness. We can even point. Is there anything we see that resembles the head we see on others? Do we find a face to call our own? To find a mirror and report back will only tell the story of what a reflection holds. Still, no face is found where we believed our head to be. Even a photo belongs to its referenced time and not our present spacious wonder. It's a story. The truth is right here, in our view, and nothing like that story will be found. Every sensation, sight, sound and scent is occurring within an aware space. Our fingers to this void brings us to a spontaneous creation of touch. Our sight is the immediacy of the view, arsing in this only moment. Everything occurs right here. Including our sense of self. From this headless space comes form and so too a sense that it is ours alone. We come to identify with an object and forsake the source of its arrival. It's easy to do. Just as easy is our exploration back again into the formless - not excluding the solid world but relearning the art of spacious navigation.
It all begins with a single look.
In the right direction.
~
Peace,
Eric
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