are we listening?

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To listen and to hear are as alike as oil and water. We often think we are listening, when all that’s really happening is that we’re hearing a download of noise from an external source, data which our memory (thinking) sorts into stories that gel with our own worldview.

The art of listening involves bringing relaxed word-free attention to the moment’s fullness – whether it’s a friend sharing confidences, a ghetto-blaster thumping, a kookaburra cackling, the water murmuring and the breeze sighing over its surface. In the same impartial way, this listening notices the constant commentary being broadcast inwardly by thinking and feeling – the whole movement of “me”.

It’s interesting to find that when this quality of listening is present there’s really nothing to say because opinions are absent. There’s nothing to say, yet everything that matters is being said. In the absence of words, something else has space to speak, something inextricably intimate that we recognize as Love.

~

today …

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the sun rose
with no sympathy for a small-time insomniac

the heart sang
drowning out mind’s misery-mongering

an unavoidable Presence ‘watched’
aloof and impartial
and yet inextricably absorbed
within every thought and feeling and deed

(there was caring and cleaning and caring and cooking and caring
and shopping and caring and listening and caring and playing and caring
for the adorable ancients whose turn it is to be my toddlers)

the sun set

the heart sang
its little song of gratitude

~

to live is to ‘-ing’

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The svelte yogini who folded herself up lotus-like
is awol.
Here sits a woman with a knee the size of a football,
legs sticking straight out in unapologetic
comfort,
senses checking in with the now-this-here:

listening is
– an upstairs neighbor snoring
– a gearing-up truck roaring
– feathered friends twittering
– body-beat pulsing

seeing is
– the golden sun rising
– the candle flame dancing
– tiny toads hopping
– palm fronds gently swaying

feeling is
– a mangled leg aching
– a left buttock numbing
– a concern for parents tightening
– then releasing

Life is ing-ing everywhere
and it seems to this ‘me’-ing be-ing
that
to live is to ‘-ing’!

~

who or what witnesses?

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if myself-me is this mind
thinking its endless stream of thoughts

then who or what witnesses?

.

if myself-me is these feelings
of pain or rejection, satisfaction or joy

then who or what witnesses?

.

if myself-me is this timeline of
experiences – the good the bad and the ugly

then who or what witnesses?

.

thinking self, feeling self, historical self
– all are creations of consciousness
think-ing, feel-ing, experience-ing

.

try a little thought experiment:
suspend the myself-me concept
just for a moment –
just to see for yourself
(it won’t go away, you can
adopt it again, or not)

what remains?

.

‘I’

endlessly

silently

choicelessly

witnessing

‘IT’-self

~