Thoughts, ideas, conflicts, challenges, puzzles and problems. All just “stuff” floating by…clouds of change. Already moving. Already shifting into something else as I look. New shapes. Appearing and dissolving. Weightless. Light, in the scheme of things. What will they have amounted to, all these occurrences? All these plans for tomorrow, memories, failures or successes?
Life is forever creating and will continue to create. It will continue to play. With me or without me. There is nothing so serious going on…nothing that sticks or stays. Only a kaleidoscope of colors. Passing storms of emotion. Music—with a background of silence while it plays.
It’s all flickering pictures. Beautiful stories. Laughter and sorrow. Going and returning…always returning to Stillness, to the profound Silence whence it came. Always returning to the Silence that holds all of it. Without blame. Without judgment. Without preferences. Only Spaciousness.
Being is a miracle. A wonder. Being is a gift. To be alive, feeling and experiencing, imagining, creating, striving and letting go is so impossibly delicious if I just allow it to be. Why make it serious? Why make it burdensome and heavy? That doesn’t even make any sense. Well, if it were about sense--which it isn’t. Life doesn’t make a bit of “sense”. It doesn’t fit into a box. It’s an exploration.
It’s a game with no meaning. We make the rules up as we go along. I make the rules up as I go along. My attitudes, my perceptions, “the way it is”, none of that is written in stone. None of that is Truth with a capital T. It’s all curiosity and playing, or it can be. And none of it is solid. It’s fluid. It’s as I see it right now. Right now. Right now. It’s as I am.
In that sense, I get to make it difficult or not—serious or light.
Meanwhile, what imagines the story? What imagines “me”? Thoughts keep appearing unbidden--from where?
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