Just experience:
there's just experience - and even the thought that it belongs to me is part of what's occurring. To hear these early morning sounds, birdsong's and light traffic, and to believe that this listening is apart from the source from which the sounds emerge, seems to remove me from the moment. I am not part of a separate event, not an actual listener, but of the experience itself, of the listening that happens completely on its own and includes my sense of ownership.
it's just experience.
this is everything, my own sense is an experience being known by no one at all - this doesn't deny that there is a self, it's not a claim of an absolute void where no individual person exists. Yet it's the self that is being experienced, my belief of being anything other than this, whatever is occurring right now, is simply part of a great participation. Everything belongs. I am not removed from this in anyway, this experience of self is so intimate that an entire life is lives as its expression.
so it comes to just being, relaxed, and without need to categorize life through separate events. There's what's happening now - and the morning is filled with sound, life being expressed as listening. And even as I believe myself a listener...I know that I belong to the moment itself.
experienced.
Peace, Eric
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