If you ever inquire into what's 'here now', this is how it might sound.
I am who I am is just here…and I am just me and I am always home…and I am always self assured, and in ‘this’ I have things I possess, you could say I possess things…a guitar, waterbottle, ipad, iphone, car…but all these things I don’t really have. It’s like they have come to me, and they will leave me, if not before I die, then when I die they will leave me, as also this body will leave me, and so in that, my mind can’t really wrap a concept around it, there’s a sense of the miraculous here, that I’m here and I understand all the concepts of the world of owning things and stuff and I can say I have things, and I own things, and I can show certificates of ownerships, yeah but, I don’t really own a thing, and I can’t own anything its just an idea that is lived by.
Because I already have everything, I am everything, Where’s the boundary? When I am home in myself, I am asking: where’s the boundary? Between me and otherness? Between me and something other than me? There is no me and something other than me. There’s just me; there’s just all of ‘this’. When I am at home with myself, this is what I know and it cannot be disputed and the words that I speak they just point to ‘this’ state, this ‘openess’, this ‘oneness’, and all the words I use fall short because ‘this’ is not a concept, call it the ground of all being, the beginning, the end, the nameless, yup. It’s Love.
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