[ perhaps love, dept. ]

Sometimes, in addressing questions about awareness, love and truth, I say perhaps it may be this or that or inside or outside, etc. not out of doubt or confusion, but to acknowledge that reality – and the apparent approach to it – seems different for each of us…in our particularly programmed and prejudiced minds. Indeed, what seems ‘real’ – as a gardener might say, “depends on the pot we were planted and raised in.”

With our declared opinions and their narrowed perspectives, we define, think and believe we are a particular ‘me’ and a different ‘you’ somehow managing to live in separate worlds; personal ‘worlds’ almost fully furnished by a deeply conflicted society, a materially motivated education and sundry projected fancies about celebrity. We’re raised by the media, praised by religion and destroyed by emerging peer influencers.
All in all, we’re reduced to reactions – to patterned, mechanical responses in a completely conditioned world-bubble that’s deficient in learning because it fundamentally believes it already knows..or surely will, with more study and time and…

Let’s skip from the Story to reality and the non-personal, choice-less awareness of it all – only here and only now. At bottom, all accumulated beliefs, conditioned experiences and conceptual knowledge must be – but rarely is – seen thru. In that regard, in quietude and gratitude, there can be a direct seeing that there’s no one who really knows anything. One may have a PHD in dissecting frogs, and still not know what a ‘frog’ is. 🙂
After all that apparent seeking, one ends where one began: in total unknowing, with no lack and no need to know.

There’s a recognition of simply being awareness only; of directly knowing one’s body/mind bubble as also apparently happening, as also seemingly self, but not nearly the whole of it, really. In that deep self-seeing lies great unknowing and simple, uncontrived being. To love all that fully is too live in the peace, joy and beauty of being only what we are: awareness, aware… the rest, happens. 🙂