It’s quite unsettling, and that’s not a bad thing, to recognize that this is all mind and what most call mind actually knows nothing. Another frickin’ paradox. Yup. It’s all paradox. Isn’t that a hoot! What we think of as ourselves is actually living, breathing paradox. Now that statement is bound to piss off a …
Tag Archives: Awareness
Ode to Sleeplessness
I sleep well most nights. This is something relatively new for me. For many years, I was a raging insomniac. I didn’t sleep well last night and found myself meditating around 4am, not so much to get to sleep but for something to pass the time. Sitting there, my pillow tucked behind my back, and …
Life Is the Matrix
Even though we say we don’t, most of us are looking for an escape hatch. We call it all sorts of things: more money, a new guy or gal to call our own, a better higher paying or more meaningful job, your preferred President, the fulfillment of a death wish, enlightenment … basically anything we …
I Do Not Know
When you pop out-of-body, what pops? What is left behind to be seen? If what you are is not embodied flesh and blood, or spirit encased in a body, what are you? The very fact that an out-of-body experience is possible opens Pandora’s box to many questions that seem unanswerable, to many answers that are …
The Uncertainty Factor
It is beyond wondrous to live inside a paradox. We all do, whether we realize it or not. We feel real, seemingly separated from each other by time and space, and yet we aren’t. We are both and neither simultaneously, maybe that’s why we don’t like uncertainty, why we fight for answers, need to find …
An Ordinary Life
Perhaps I shall live my life in an ordinary way. Seeker energy no longer drives me. That part of life is done. The chase, the focus on teachings, on sitting, on learning what’s real has slipped away. Maybe now I will simply live. For me at least, not being a seeker doesn’t mean that curiosity …
Voyeuristic Delight
How could we ever be strangers. Even the idea of it strays far from the actuality of life. It seems true, appears to be so, and at the same time is an utter impossibility. When we slide into home plate, fresh from our sojourn into form, will we look at one another and see strangers, …
And Maybe That’s the Point
Many years ago when I volunteered at the prison I was talking to the men about the present moment. Even as the words came out of my mouth, I knew that something was off, something very important. For years, the present moment had been offered up as the golden talisman, a charm that once fully …
Playground of Experiencing
I write because I write. The urge arises and writing commences. There is no need or desire to convince, not even belief that there is something to say of importance. Rarely is there a sense of where the writing is headed, what message it will portray. The words are not accompanied by hope to change …
Amaya Gayle 