The eyes of now

Thoughts are illusory. Feelings are illusory. They have no substantiality, are fleeting and they pass away.

Today’s meditation is about the nature of feelings, that have power only when I allow it. Recalling a memory, I recognize that it exists only because of the power that I give it. If I allow it to pass through me and to continue on to wherever it goes, then it won’t reside in me. The clouds pass. Let it be.

I Feel It
I feel it
That panic,
Powerlessness,
Displaced wish to be compliant,
To obey.

And yet,
This is a moment
That also passes
Through me,
And continues
On:
To wherever
Insubstantial thoughts,
Experiences,
Feelings
Go.

There is no power
To change me,
To hold me,
To engage me,
That I do not allow.

My spirit is free
To decide to see
Through the eyes of now,
Where I am.
- C. Scribner © 1/24/20

Moving through the day, staying in the present, allowing the clouds of experience to move through, enables me to be a part of what is the ongoing nature of unreality. The place where I go when I go inside, where I am still me.

There is power in not holding on. Power to be the me who looks through the eyes of knowing, on a world that is entrenched within the bonds of inertia. Let me be free with the raven, to see, then to craft a way to make use of the “real” world for my use, to pluck shiny things to appreciate for a time, and then to fly off into to soar in the reaches of where the clouds pass by.