The silence of not knowing.
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No doer nor nothing to be done.
No thought can improve what is already here.
“We don’t have ideas, ideas have us. Carl Jung”
In times of trauma I have no idea what I’m doing except somehow saving myself.
Sitting, wondering at the beauty of existence but also inquiring into the horrors here too.
Pain yet complete aliveness.
What is the duration of this moment? Does it last only until the the next instance of inattention?
This is always it.
Roaring tinnitus this morning in my now blocked, deaf left ear. My experience of the world is now temporarily different and yet the open awareness...
A solitary lamp illuminating the corner of the room. Ringing, hissing tinnitus; shrill, clean and precise.
I am very lucky to have a job in which I spend most of the time in a state of flow. No distracting, pointless, discursive...
Noticing that which would otherwise have gone unrecognised.
This is neither special nor ordinary as these words are referring to that which defies all descriptions and labels. The noise coming through the wall...
AE’s clear, bright eyes. Full of life lacking nothing but sight.
Each of us has our own story about death and grief but in the end that’s all they are. Distracting images and tall tales about...
One fire unfolding as infinite flames.
