It scares the hell.....

What are we without our story?

Without a story what becomes most obvious?:

Life is empty,  plain,  simple and terribly boring.
Simply perceptions noticed by no one.

And it scares the hell out of most of us.



Emptiness swallowing up the story of a me.

What is left of this figure,  this person with
a history,  a future,  a personality?:

Nothing at all,
Nothing at all is left.

It is as if a tight fist opening up
Allowing
No grasping
Not wanting things to be different.
And noticing that without a story
Life just is..

In this Isness of Life
without the story, 
meaning without the person,
there is no separation between 
perceptions and the perceiver.

Full Empty 
perceiving going on

By no one..