Welcome Back and Happy Fall!
Do you ever stay long enough in your own questions to eventually arrive at the very origin from which the question arose in the first place?
I know it sounds like jibberish what I am attempting to discuss here, but this very dilemma I keep running into is what brings me back to Self. To that thing that notices, and is “aware” of, and observes the world around us and within us. No I am not talking about the brain and all of the sophisticated lobes, cortex’, systems and such that we hear and read about from the field of neuroscience, but that mysterious presence or experience that we all have every now and then, when we are not caught up in what we think we are seeing or knowing or thinking, but when we are just “being” or dwelling in pure presence. Like arriving in your meditation or like those moments when you and your lover slip into that steady embrace of contentment and all there is…is love. If you know what I am talking about stay in it, stay in the curiosity, in the inquiry of this very enigmatic experience of life.
I feel like it is here where we can find some truth. Maybe.
…I like how you know not to speak
If I could arrange a true moment
to startle us into a right communion,
I would have a small boy come toward us now
with a bowl of rainwater.
It isn’t for us. We’re as unmysterious
to him as rain falling into
rainwater. He puts his lips to the rim
and drinks, but not without seeing us.