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Becoming One

Being and Becoming

And all of sudden, I am aware - from the sleep of the night or of my life

Breathing, feeling, cognisnat of where I am

Eyes shut, blankets drawn, the light inside me is dawning

Clear emptiness.

Beit 3 am on a foggy morning or sitting on a bench as Life finally stills me

My mind starts to play like an old projector and I can hear the whirring of the film tape

It starts playing and playing and looking insdie its boxes of and cupboards

Like a child in a new playroom - curious - touching everything, delighting, moving

It is me.

The decision is me and from me yet not about me

My whole world revolves as the movie feeding me, infitnite vistas, endless conversations

Whether it be in my mind or in everyday life - it is the same ...running running running

I awake this mornign and realize - who I am are these movies

Except now I see and feel and breath - they are not.

You might say I have a choice or see it - but this is not true

The difference on this day is crystal clear

What I am is not a choice - the choice is always in my mind and this is beyond

They are not me - those thoughts, those movies, those vistas, those conversations

Like a sitting Zen student against the wall who one day stops the Master from hitting him

His idea of having to be hit to find Peace finally dawns on him as ridiculous

There is just me. Lying in a bed

All is fine. The change is not so different - and yet it is.

Nothing needed or wanted.

I am an observer and somehow at the same time I am part of the show

I stand from my bed doing my daily exercises - "I deserve it" / "I want to live" and ...

Who is this "I" and what is this "it"?

There is me. That's it. It's really quite simple.

Its nothing to find or calculate or discern ..this is the mind.

There is me.

Time to get up and start my day....