The Word and the Space
The word is
ink
stains the paper
finding the fibers
it
spreads
darkly illuminating
these thoughts I try to share
As a teenager, filled with emotions and ideals, I wrote many poems and songs. This one still means a lot to me. Indeed, in this very moment, why am I writing these words, if not in an attempt at illumination?
But let’s be still for a moment, and focus attention on the most unseen. The space, between and around the words. The blank space, unchanging, endless (HERE) and timeless (NOW) that makes the words possible. That spark of potential, the pure essence of Being.
While practicing meditation, sometimes I focus on the breath as the Sky, and let my experiences - a thought, an itch, etc. - become passing Clouds. The Clouds are changeable and impermanent. The Sky is constant. Similarly, a thought might be a balloon floating in the Sky. I refrain from tying a string to it and letting it carry me along.
Resting in the "space," it becomes clear that my thoughts and sensations are experiences. They are not me. They are parts of my story. The space provides opportunity to disentangle from the story. Greater mindfulness, freedom, and joy are present when I enter the story again.
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