Can the "I thought" think or experience?
I thought
Strawberry thought
World war thought
Oh! No, the thoughts don’t think at all. The mind just seems to throw thoughts up, at a rapid pace that it appears as “thinking” but no. Thinking is not actually a thing… “I’m thinking”, “let me think” words that have been spoken so many times seem so silly.
It appears that the mind is just blasting through things it sees as related, like a pattern matching machine. So quickly that it’s hypnotic. So fast that the content is unchecked. The “I” slips by unnoticed and blindly accepted. A voice from nowhere speaking in the first person; cheeky.
But who or what needs to check the content? It’s all just happening … Paradoxically, it seems, the mind is going to need to unravel itself here.
Can any of them experience and do? Or just thoughts and then more thoughts and sensations?
No thoughts don’t experience, thoughts don’t do they are just seen. Experience is happening, doing is happening, sensations are happening, and thoughts are happening.
Every time I check there’s nothing, just emptiness, emptiness and happening. Or rather nothingness happening. The mind is struggling to grasp that, words are confusing here.
What’s coming up now is reverence, appreciation, wonder.
Give full space to the disappointed expectations about how awakening is and about you! What are they saying?
I wanted to be someone special.
If there’s a joke here, I don’t get it.
Nothing is happening.
Was it all a dream?
This can’t be it.
What was I looking for again?
There’s a warmth in the pain.
Why?
How long must this go on?
A deep silence behind the thoughts and feelings.
A deep silence behind the sights and sounds.
When will it stop?
What am I holding on to? Why am I holding on so tight?
What would happen if I just stop, just let go?
How, how to let go?
Clutching, grabbing, there’s nothing to hold onto.
There’s nothing to grab with.
There’s the central knot.
That’s been there for so long.
Or has it? The only reference is another thought, how can I know that was ever true?
Has anything but this right now ever happened?
How could I possibly know?
Am I going insane?
The clock is ticking I must get back to work.
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All these thoughts are empty, ghosts, phantoms … there’s nothing in them.
So hypnotic, but entirely fictional - No thought is real.
Why is so much energy given to an illusion?
Can you let all that be?
It’s seems that is what is happening, being, things come with a will to be, they are, then they go. An infinite cascade of rising and falling, coming and going.
How strange, how fascinating, like a heart beating. Yet no one mourns the previous heart beat. What’s the difference? The label we give it? The meaning we infer? What if it’s all meaningless? Just this with no purpose … how beautiful … tears are coming now.
If there’s no meaning, why keep searching?
If there’s no self, why keep the illusion going?
Would you like to let it be and move by itself?
“I” have no choice. “I” have never been in control. “My” life just happened. “I” didn’t choose this. Grief is arising now. I’ll sit with it for a while.