Feelings are the true guide. Thoughts are the storyline shaped by past and future or to rephrase memory and imagination that guide you away from the Truth of here and now. Feeling is Now. Thought belongs to Time.

Thought and all its forms can help us only with matters of Time but not until the Now is seen in its entirety. As for Life, it only meets us in the present.

Things have already happened before you even noticed them. words have already been said long before you even began listening. flowers had already bloomed before you even smelled the scent. light had met darkness before you even started looking.  there are gaps in perception.

the true expression never saw the face of word. the word that was spoken never had a letter. signs and symbols had vanished in the fire of presence. the eyes that saw never opened. the touch that was felt never had a bearer.

There’s no parallel to insight. One’s attachment to thoughts and views in the form of another justifying thought and the emotion that runs alongside do no good except add to confusion, disorder, and restlessness while keeping one extremely deluded that they “know” something. The point is not to know but to see.

It matters not if your view is liberal or conservative, narrow or broad; all this categorization is merely the Mind’s doing to suit its fleeting agendas; the point is that you have a view at all, which makes you take everything too seriously and keeps you from seeing it as it is.

Doing nothing. Falling into openness. Unguarded. Dying to what was. Innocent. Being Life. Explosion of Now. Big laughs. Ecstatic.

The more I see, the more I realise that Life happens fiercely uncontrollably, which is to say, only that is seemingly ironically any control, if at all. It inexorably finds us here to wash down our frameworks and guards, which we hold close.

All our ‘personal’ attempts to deny or change it could be broadly termed a reaction, a consequence of fear because most of us cannot have our plans crumble down, but most of it was also never our plan, just like a lot of our desires aren’t really our desires and are merely some things we thought we should have against something for the cushioning effect in the most ironic way.

Life knows our deepest longing and true desire here and now, which we couldn’t bring ourselves to accept or pursue because the Ego got disappointed or was let down at some point. And the more we are inclined to exclude reactively, the more we suffer, especially when a notion has been used by us as a sort of mental railing. Radical acceptance and honesty towards what’s already set in motion or reached halfway while we were still busy reacting bring us radical joy, truth, love. We can never run from ourselves; it’s not possible in the grand scheme of things. It’s not possible in any scheme of things.

This also means freedom in the truest sense; rest utterly assured that what’s meant for you will not miss you. Nothing will ever miss you. All you have to do is become increasingly and fully open. Trust. Know that ALL remains done for you (already). All of it is blessed.

The best decisions and pursuits remain rooted in the fire of the Now.

It is your absence that makes you beautiful. It is your absence that is Truth and Love. Your absence that is unceasing joy. 

It is anywhere any moment you cease and stop interfering. It continually is. Your fall is your exaltation.

If you are afraid of death, just take a real good look at how you’re living. It’s likely that you are too caught living by the books authored by the Conditioned, caught in trying to find security and perfection, caught in living up to the definitions and concepts, too caught in the unreal, caught in becoming someone in order not to have to be what you already are—caught basically in various forms of not being here and now. You’re not all in with the Life that you are, which is Now.

Readjust to the original settings at once—your roots; all that is there is here and now. Don’t be anything; just be yourself—the simplest and shortest ride out of the self-inflicted delusion.

Uninvited painter

You may meet me truly or you may meet me from behind your cherished bundle of thoughts, impressions, and assumptions collectively known as Ego/identity. You may meet me unassumingly or you may define me and meet your projection of who I am.

If you come bearing an image, you will meet an image.

If you have no image contained in you, you will see yourself as you are.

If you see yourself as you are, you will see me as I am.

The Mind is the painter, let it slowly retreat from your glorious palace and you shall welcome yourself back in, so that you may welcome me back in.