Turn it off?

This strange experience we call Life.

Perceptions continuous.

An ongoing barrage of sounds, sights, smells, 
sensations, thoughts, emotions, intimations, insights.

At times pleasant and pleasing 
and at others 
uncomfortable and uneasy

And to notice the response to all that 
in this alive functioning organism.

Seemingly at random, 
and perceived by something.

What is this Something?

What is It? 

What is it that perceives all This?

What is it that is aware of all these sense perceptions?
thoughts, emotions?

Is is something we do?

Are we straining ourselves?

Or is it effortless taking place?


Strange thing is,
we cannot even turn it off.
 


 

Didn't know...

Bubbling up like champagne.
Drunk from all what comes in through the senses.

Did not know that the colour green could be so heady,
and that the sounds of bird singing 
and the fridge humming
could be so tantalizingly sweet.

A friend just visited 
and the laughter of merriness
bellows into the garden
as eyes shine 
and bellies shake.

Grateful for all that appears.

The healing of broken bones.
The amazing capacity of the body.
Movement once again
where before all was mangled and torn.

Grateful for contractions appearing 
accompanied by decades of long buried 
feelings of sadness 
of feeling unsafe.
Finally they are allowed and welcomed into 
this open loving space where they are held.
Tell their story of abandonment and hurt,
and move on.
And Freedom finding ever more space to be.


What a wonderful adventure 
to find all these treasures
wherever we turn.



 

Touched

The direct perception.

The direct touch of a colour, green, red, blue.

Being moved by music, a sunset, a beautiful form.

Being moved by an emotion, happiness, sadness.

Everything appears and is known.

Known without thoughts.

Through the direct contact.

Can you see this happening in your own experience?


Thought comes into being as a story told after the 
appearance has taken place.

Or just pops up randomly
about the past or the future.

This is how it operates for everyone.


The difference with being awake or not, 
is that when you know that your identity
is not anything in particular
thoughts are not taken in anymore 
as the most important element.


It is seen as an appearance among all others.

It is seen that it is a story,
told to keep an identity in place,
and to create an artificial separation 
between me and others,
between me and the rest of the world.

If this is seen through there is the being 
touched by all that comes in through the senses.

The smells, the sights, the sounds, the emotions.
Coming and going continuously without stop.
Without interpretation.
Without filters.

Life being touched by Life.

Always,always there are perceptions coming and going.

If the nature of thoughts 
and the identity it is keeping alive 
is seen for what it is,
it is life living.

Nothing less

 Simultaneously the container and the contained.


Aware of Self and
aware of everything that appears.


The benevolent, intelligent alive Something 
vast, open, all embracing,
and 
the birds singing outside the house
the JCB moving earth close by
the stinging foot healing from a fracture
thoughts and emotions present
sensations, sights and smells.


This is an experiential knowing, seeing, 
not to be achieved
as it is always present already.


This seeing, knowing becomes more obvious 
once the mechanism of referring everything to the 
personal mechanism slows down.

Some instances where this can happen are e.g.
falling in love, 
being in nature,
having a mystical experience.

And it is possible to facilitate the thinning out
of the personal identification through
self investigation.

By seeing that all appearances,
sights, smells, sensations, thoughts, emotions
come and go. 
And it is our identification with some aspects
of the appearances which gives the idea of separation.
But is this true?
If we keep questioning those thought structures and habits
they start loosing their rigidity, become more plastic
and let in more light.


Another important ingredient for seeing through
the personal structure is intuition.
Listening to the guidance already here
as This is already present and  
whispers already to us what is needed.

The longing to come home is nothing less
then This already calling out to us.