There are busy moments, there are slow moments.
There are tense moments, there are relaxed moments.
There are noisy moments, there are silent moments.
Am I aggressive, hurt or anxious in the moments of compression?
Am I bored, depressed or restless during the moments of ease?
Who am I being from moment to moment? Who is in control? Who is at the wheel?
Can I consciously let go and pay attention to the pure awareness that is unadulterated by thought, memory, and the past? Can I look through that untouched lens?
Time will pass, but without a concept of time. No future to worry about, no past filled with hurt.
Can I live from the purity of my heart?
In that space there is no thought, no words, just direct perception.
It is good.
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