Life and death?
The thoughts in my mind?
The emotions in my heart?
Who I love?
If I get sick?
When I fall asleep?
When I wake up?
Who dies next?
Who’s born next?
What I dream?
I thought I was in control
When life went well I took credit for it
When life was painful I felt guilty, or resentful
How silly, if I created my life
I created the lives of everyone around me
I realized I was not in control, I was terrified
I felt untethered, in free fall, cut loose,
the world did not revolve around me
I was not the creator
What is going on here?
What am I?
All is in constant motion and change
And I am not in control of any of it
Yet I am aware of all of it
What is aware of it all?
It is not the mind,
The mind is seen by me
It is not the emotions
I know about those as well
What about this body
It is aging and dying
And I see this also
There is something unchanging
Something in which awareness itself resides
All this appears within this boundless field
I must be this, there is nothing that sees this,
All is known within this, yet can’t know this
When I rest as this there is deep peace,
Aliveness beyond all knowing
Love fills the universe
All of creation comes from this
As this mind, heart and body fall open
To this boundless wonder
I know this is what I am
I am nothing and everything comes from Me
Lissa comes from this, is made is this, is this