What came up was this tight sense that there is somewhere to go—progress, evolution, becoming. That there’s a self doing something that needs to be willing to stop; otherwise, it keeps mistaking motion for meaning.
This moment, just as it is, requires no transformation, purification, dissolution, or modification. It is already astounding and inconceivable.
It wasn’t written to offer a path or prescribe a shift. It was a description of what was seen in the relative. How the self clings to doing to avoid the collapse. That’s not a claim that anything needs to happen. It’s just what played out. If that read as reinforcing a self, maybe that says more about the lens it was received through than the place it came from.
It is impossible to stop a force in us that is directed to acting. One can counteract with a discipline to sit still. One can learn not to mind, cjecking that the actions are wholesome and only counteracting if they are not.
Every thought is inherently awake.
Every doubt is inherently awake.
Every memory is inherently awake.
Any confused state is an awake state.
There's nowhere you need to go.
Although I find no faults with this, I don't quite catch how it relates to the post. Want to share what came up for you instead?
What came up was this tight sense that there is somewhere to go—progress, evolution, becoming. That there’s a self doing something that needs to be willing to stop; otherwise, it keeps mistaking motion for meaning.
This moment, just as it is, requires no transformation, purification, dissolution, or modification. It is already astounding and inconceivable.
It wasn’t written to offer a path or prescribe a shift. It was a description of what was seen in the relative. How the self clings to doing to avoid the collapse. That’s not a claim that anything needs to happen. It’s just what played out. If that read as reinforcing a self, maybe that says more about the lens it was received through than the place it came from.
There’s no neutral lens. Every post, every comment, every exchange comes through one.
Language slices what can’t be divided. Still, we use it to point—to fumble toward shared resonance.
It fails. But sometimes it fails beautifully.
Amazing. I love your writings.
That means a lot. I'm glad it connects. Thanks for reading.
It is impossible to stop a force in us that is directed to acting. One can counteract with a discipline to sit still. One can learn not to mind, cjecking that the actions are wholesome and only counteracting if they are not.