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Post by justlikeyou on Jan 10, 2013 21:10:58 GMT -5
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Post by justlikeyou on Jan 11, 2013 11:11:29 GMT -5
A quote attributed to Buddha says "The foot feels the foot when it feels the ground". But also my fingers feel the fingers when I type these words, and my ears hear the keys strikes with each letter punched, and my eyes see the letters appear on the screen as I go, and the ringing in my left ear is still ringing, and the muffled voices coming through the wall from the shops on either side of mine are noticed, as are the cars and trucks on the street out front, and my dog pacing for a treat and........a blessed moment of near total quiet except for the refrigerator....that is soon overtaken by the marketplace hustle and bustle again.
Can being present really be as simple as feeling your foot on the ground and feeling the ground too. Or feeling your butt on the chair and feeling the chair as well? Is this not what experiencing the simple isness of each moment points to right now?
But then too contained in this "what is" is the powerful pull of thought wishing to drag my consciousness into forgetfulness of what is. Sometimes seducing me with its siren call into the dream of anywhere but Here. But "something" soon reminds me that I'm lost in a dream and the realization thrusts me back to the marketplace I am in...in this Now.
What an interesting Game.
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