the observer
From the centre of stillness, I watch my self participate in the illusion, this story I've created for myself. I question why I feel so defensive of it, though it brings pain. A thought asserts itself within me, "How's that workin' for ya?" The celebrity voice of Dr. Phil resounds in my "inner" ear. Of all the wise sages here and gone, annoyance that it is he who comes to me, then relaxing into the humour of it as I real-eyes my own seriousness.
I need not question any further, just BE in this moment.
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when i watch myself i realise
that "self" itself is the illusion. then, all the "selves" i create just crumble away.
you are right. the only reality is just being in this moment and it is enough. it doesn't need anything added or taken away.
Posted by: cliff | November 29, 2006 01:33 AM