The coffee is still too hot to drink
my love is turning over in bed
geckos are chirping
fridge is humming
singing their song.
In the timelessness of now it is 6.54 am.
Is there a time apart from now?
Through the intelligence of this body mind,
there always has been a wish, a need
to explore, to investigate.
To find out how life functions.
Emotions, thoughts, perceptions.
What is this life?
e.g. what do we meet when we meet a person?
What makes up the energetic interchange
when we speak to someone?
Is there an natural openness and aliveness?
Or is it burdened by assumptions, expectations?
How open and sensitive are we to existence?
And to ourselves?
How clogged are our perceptual instruments?
All the beliefs and assumptions we have.
How much of what comes up in us is authentic,
How much is habitual, conditioned by our past?
Do we let our lives be governed by concepts
of other wise men or women?
Are we afraid to think for ourselves,
to stand on our own feet?
Or do we have the courage to trust what is true for us
and live and act from there?
And are we original enough to question
the one who is perceiving?
Who and what is the true identity of the the one
who is reading these words.
Who are you?