Some moments a thought comes - It’s so much easier just to give up. So comfy a feeling to visualize nothing but blank-nothing – Not to be. Not to think or feel or breathe. No pressure to present a concocted identity one can’t even see that’s not at all me. No stress keeping abreast of every snippet of someone else’s reality. No figuring or wondering or worrying or plans. Nothing to hope for or hate or to signify or demand. No side-eyes screaming "how weird". No stink-eyes looking to strike. No evil intentions peering behind some ignoramus’s unbelievable disguise. No more fake smiles and rhetorical "how are you's". No more seeing wrong numbers and choosing them too. Absent anxiety and anger and acrid, stone-cold fear. Absent color. Absent pattern. Without texture or taste. No feeling a thing like the aching of pain. Some moments a thought comes - Just end this silly race sooner. Why stick around any longer perceiving the same old, unpolished, frayed and slightly greyed images on a disappearing, silky screen, when there is glorious and unending nothing awaiting this little, tiny insignificant me.
how to "get" there? to see you are "there" already to know you are the "there" you are the lush abundant joy that grows in infinite expansive space time cannot touch what you truly are because you are also time wisdom created time so that life could be experienced as one and many each is a role each one plays its part
The life is written. It is you who is living life's words - acting the characters. The heart sees only God. Duality is our shadow trick of the mind.