nowness

Do we make the future or does it overtake us? Does it all depend? Do both happen at the same time? Are the terms past & future very useful ideas but don’t exist and have to be projected into images and language which use up the nowness while they have our attention? Are these our favorite things as well as usually our only things?

What is it that doesn’t have our attention?

Will the drama of humanity end well or in a tragedy? Or some of each. Would it be hard for us to go out of existence without leaving the galaxy some unique experiences both good and bad in our wake? From the depths of time and space…

Why is the mundane so important? When we begin to notice the relaxedness and complexity of the now mundane, we start wondering why was this hidden to us? What or who was in the way?

Can satisfaction only be found where we are and in the nowness that’s always around? Is it that time doesn’t flow and nowness is non-moving but is used for moving stuff. Does nowness inhabit every square millimeter of this universe all at once? Is the time now on all the clocks in the know? Is it nowness that allows gravity? Is gravity nowness in disguise? Is nowness a fire against the coldness?

Can meditation assist the world toward peace and an end to poverty? Is the answer yes because…

 

smitten

I have been smitten. And just what is it that a smite does to a person? One meaning is that you are strongly attracted to another person. You know, when you are boxing and you receive a knockout punch but you don’t go down and you are left defenseless. That’s what a smite does to a person.

Is the drama to see who the smiter and the smitten are? A black and white picture has a huge gray area. With color, the same picture has the bright heavens and the dark earth at the extremes, and the colorful actions are happening in the great space between the extremes.

I’m smitten by the greatness and the plenty found between the extremes. Between birth and death, extreme joy and dreadful sorrow, opportunity and timing, and perfect surety and total ignorance.

Is everything ready and waiting but I’m paying too much attention to the extremes or have I lost my way or I don’t know where to start or am I afraid to start?

 

our insignificance

Is it that characters in novels do not need to be admired for their virtues,
but the characters need to be understood?

Is it that we can’t conquer life? Is it for us to attempt to understand it?
Is this our reason for being?

Is realizing our insignificance a key to understanding?
But who wants to realize his or her insignificance?

Do most dramatic actions serve as shields for what’s behind them?
So, does our parade go on and function as a hiding place in plain sight,
so close, so common?

Is death something few are ever prepared for?