Who knew? That I could step back from all of this. Could return every time I reach for maya, tiring illusion, nothing back, negotiating with fate.
It seems obvious, but I have been going about life all wrong. I mean all wrong.
I remember... deciding to change myself when I was very young.
I am burning these moments, a lifetime of moments now, when I was wrapped in maya, so close and so concentrated that it is painful to feel it again, the belief that I was wanting and needing, acting and seeking. Ohh I complain as each memory slips through me like smoke through a fan. I am burning that.
I am burning the belief that all of this is happening to me.
I turn away, I have been wasting my energy, my moments, trying to get somewhere, be something I am not.
This is what is real. That is not, is never. That happened, that will happen. No substance, a construct of my mind, contracted consciousness.
I do not regret, I do not hope.
I don't hold on or seek.
I am still. This is where I feel the touch of God, my source, my already here, my now.
You are good.
Yes I am.