Of Letting Go

Of letting go:

watching all that arrives, and all that goes - until even this is gone, and only the moment remains, with no observer to be found. It's the last of letting go, such a subtle presence, to be witness of my own awareness. Yet this too is just a hint of ownership, still a wish to claim a certain identity of a self that somehow stays apart from the world. 

this too will be let go.

it's not my surrender, it occurs completely on its own - just watch, it's all I do, watch, and see what comes to me, how the world arrives without my invitation. Of course it's only my thoughts of the world that arrive, life itself is here, immediate, and immune of my opinion. But I watch, and thoughts gather, I watch, patient, and then the world, each thought that holds it all together - comes to be let go. Everything is gone but the witness to this motion. This last thought of what I am remains. 

until it doesn't.

of letting go - it's not my willful action, just one last thought of me that lingered, grown faint, and then completely gone. If only for a moment. Nothing's really let go, another thought is all, and with this let go there is no witness, nothing left to be observed. There's only life, current, happening without care of observation. It all continues without me, without witness. 

but more, 

what I am continues too, active, a knowing motion - what I am is simply life, happening, aware, and sometimes with a thought of something more. It's not that I'm ever really gone from this, it's only this apparent self, the thought of me as even barest witness that's let go. 

it's the motion that remains. 

~

Peace, Eric