Yes..There was no effort around trying to make it happen in a particular way, there was just listening and moving all on its own. It was a piece by Bach I have played hundreds of times, but this time none of the past mattered, and there was no tension around it.
The looking may continue until there is nothing left to look at.There is uncertainty about whether "seeing" has really happened. When the uncertainty arises, I notice that as a feeling or thought, and then I continue looking for a "self". Still haven't found one. Still noticing the pattern of putting tremendous pressure behind 'becoming enlightened', but not giving that pattern any more energy.
Until also looking subsides.
This would be a reasonable fear if there was until now a self steering life that is now gone.And also fear around whether my life will come together and if I will be able to handle the challenges of the mundane world.
But was there ever?
Look back at a moment in life which comes up.
Back then.. Was there really a self? Or was it back then also only thought describing a self?
Recall a moment of sadness. Was there a one, who was truly sad?
Or was it back then also just thought telling a story about a one, who is sad?
Was there a path?
Was there a someone on a path?

