Images flash across my consciousness.
Life, they call it.
What if the images just remain images
What if we refrain from attaching any meaning to them?
To truly live in the moment, nothing makes much sense
It doesn’t have to.
A collection of shapes called a “man” puts his “finger” in his “nose”.
A “car” “drives” “by”
Voices. Trees. Wind. Sirens.
It’s impossible to write without attaching definition to things
Words themselves are definition.
To recognize that you are living in the moment is to slip out of it.
You can slip back into it just as easily.
Am I on a bus going somewhere?
Or is it just the image of a bus, projecting onto my experience?
Have a really moved an inch or has the projected reality just changed it’s form?
In many places they slap an illness on you for talking like this openly.
Try it though, it’s fun!
As long a small you remember how to get back to your cage, it’s all safe.
All form is constrictive
Freedom is formlessness.
But it’s the journey, not the destination
No need to rush it.
I’m tethered to this world by a desire to connect with others who, know it or not, also have a desire to connect
Otherwise they wouldn’t be here.
I actively latch on to a reality that contains words and definitions
In an effort to communicate to you
Or maybe I’ve spent so many years here.
I like the border between realities more than anywhere else
A process of rubbing off on each other
Finding harmony where there was none
Discovering little corners of existence
Building bridges
Watching things merge
Causing them to merge
When you drop the story...
Who are you, other than those momentary sensations you experience?
A witness
But beyond that, a director, calling things forth
A painter, painting unknowingly and marveling at their own art
Do you know that it’s you who is painting this?
Whatever this is
It will vary for every pair of eyes that scan these words
Are you here with me?
I am here with you
Though I’ve already moved on to a new focus.
These words were written with you in mind
Written particularly for you
However many you’s there are out there within reach of them.
I didn’t have to know that they were for you to write them particular for you.
