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.