A Simple Plan
As the story goes... feeling a need like a deep seated sentience that couldnít be grasped, the chase was long and sometimes exhausting, floundering was always the first choice. Nothing satisfied the craving, reading, listening and understanding. It all made sense, but nothing stood out as a pathway, what was this need for a light to guide? a key to the gate?
The ďIĒ inside me just gave up and sighed...or was it ďIĒ. There was something at the end of a sigh, a moment of relaxation, a stillness that just is.
So thatís the plan, (No, not sighing, although a sigh used correctly can be a gateway) to simply rest as awareness as often as possible. It is an openness that is available at all times. Just pause thinking for one moment and that openness is offered, it is always there.
This is not a practice, not mindfulness, just resting, taking a moment, resting without labelling what is happening, gently allowing all thoughts about me, others, work and worldly troubles to come to rest, just resting in and as that present moment.
This is my true identity, here all thoughts, emotions, and experiences are seen but they don't have the power to harm or torment. Resting in this space itís possible to remain untouched by these movements. Yet all movements are seen to arise spontaneously, involuntarily, within this space. No pushing away. No pursuing. All just is.
To welcome the mind playing games is a joy "I'm not there yet." He says, but itís false, the thought arises and then floats away, as it fades the realisation dawns that Iím already here, but only for a moment, each instance of rest is an end in and of itself