The Sky is I-ing
As I write this post it is snowing outside. Snowing is happening. And so is typing. Thought-ing, breathing, living, seeing---all happening. To not attribute any of the happening to someone or something is key, and counter intuitive to how we operate as persons in the world where I am the thinker, the breather, the seer.....where I am the writer of a post.
I still get caught in the claiming. I still get caught in the I-ing. I-ing happens just like snowing happens. Thought-ing and I-ing are the same happening, as the I idea is a thought. Thoughts and typing and snowing are all objects of perception. And even perceptions are a registering-- a certain kind of sensating, that is seen.
Is there anything not in front of the lens of seeing? It could only be the seer. Who or what is the seer? When I look for that which is seeing I find nothing. Well not nothing, but no-thing. No thing graspable or even really describable. Just a here-ness which has no thing-ness about it. A presence that seems to hold all of everything together in its here-ness. Without here-ness....snowing or thought-ing or typing could not be.....no I could be imagined.
When I go to sleep (when sleeping is apparently happening and dreaming is not), it seems the here-ness is no more. Where did it/I go? But I can wake quickly with a tap or a noise and the here-ness resumes its here-ing once again.
The spiritual teachers (apparent objects just like us) tell us (the seekers) our true nature is the here-ness. How the here-ness must have a laugh and a wink as it pretends to play all the roles! This makes I smile!-} That which is seeing is also everything appearing to it in its here-ness. One cannot slice the here-ness, though with labels and names (like sky, spiritual teacher, snow, seeker) we play (it plays) at making pieces of it. Infinite pieces. And so much I-ing!
It has stopped snowing, though the sky remains snow-colored with no hint of blue-ing anytime soon. (Is the sky another I of blue hue? Are clouds thoughts in the sky's I?) While I am dizzied by the thought-ing around all of this, the here-ness is chill...remaining as it always is. (The word here implies a there....but every there is only ever held in here-ness.)
OK I'll stop now. Dr. Seuss is retching.
Is there anything not in front of the lens of seeing? It could only be the seer. Who or what is the seer? When I look for that which is seeing I find nothing. Well not nothing, but no-thing. No thing graspable or even really describable. Just a here-ness which has no thing-ness about it. A presence that seems to hold all of everything together in its here-ness. Without here-ness....snowing or thought-ing or typing could not be.....no I could be imagined.
When I go to sleep (when sleeping is apparently happening and dreaming is not), it seems the here-ness is no more. Where did it/I go? But I can wake quickly with a tap or a noise and the here-ness resumes its here-ing once again.
The spiritual teachers (apparent objects just like us) tell us (the seekers) our true nature is the here-ness. How the here-ness must have a laugh and a wink as it pretends to play all the roles! This makes I smile!-} That which is seeing is also everything appearing to it in its here-ness. One cannot slice the here-ness, though with labels and names (like sky, spiritual teacher, snow, seeker) we play (it plays) at making pieces of it. Infinite pieces. And so much I-ing!
It has stopped snowing, though the sky remains snow-colored with no hint of blue-ing anytime soon. (Is the sky another I of blue hue? Are clouds thoughts in the sky's I?) While I am dizzied by the thought-ing around all of this, the here-ness is chill...remaining as it always is. (The word here implies a there....but every there is only ever held in here-ness.)OK I'll stop now. Dr. Seuss is retching.
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