Speaking from Stillness is a fun series transcribing unscripted thoughts while on morning dog walks in my jungle valley. I walk in stillness, then allow whatever arises to get recorded and transcribed. I try to keep them short. The transcript is lightly edited for clarity.
Blue dragonfly, red dragonfly, sitting and jumping and feinting and bobbing and weaving in the Sun on the rocks in front of me on Cascade Dos.
Funny these were the same two, each sitting on their same piece of rock, from a few days ago. Red dragonfly, blue dragonfly. Each watching to see if there’s something to strike.
Each interacting with the bees and the flies that circle about them. One fly bangs into blue dragonfly each time. There seems to be growing consternation.
But each of these dragonflies Exist. Each has their own sense of Perspective of the life that they are Experiencing. Each has drives. Maybe only food and mating and warmth in the sunshine. And a place to sleep at night, if that’s when they sleep.
They would be in This Moment, feeling This Moment.
‘I am on this rock, this perch, in the Sun, above a bubbling creek, where my favorite food likes to fly by. Or perhaps I’m full, and this is where I get some joy, resting.’
But the Perspective is theirs, in This Moment. The sensations are theirs.
There are other creatures flying, buzzing and crawling around them, each with their own Perspective. And of course I am here, with my Perspective, mine a little more expansive, in that it includes a memory of watching these dragonflies on another day.
And a potential to create meaning. And I see farther than they do, I imagine more than they do.
But I am also in This Moment, Experiencing the creek, and the leaves, and the bees, and the mariposas.
And the practice is to Be Present. To leave behind the ruminating…(of) trying to be sophisticated and project a meaning that is captured here that can be shared in the future, or wonder what’s down below the waterfall.
Now, the practice is to take in everything that can be seen and felt and heard and smelled and tasted in This Now. And This Now. And This Now. Without wanting there to be more or less.
Let the words tumble out without proper construction. They are just reflections and capturings of Now.
Feel The Now in the creek, bubble, bubble, bubble. Feel The Now in the Sun, and the warmth on one foot and the shade on the other. Feel the difference and smile.
The Wonder, the unimaginable, indescribable Wonder. That dragonfly in The Now, this one in The Now. Each Experiencing and Participating and Perceiving through senses, and the concepts that we’re limited to.
And I am Consciousness. And she is Consciousness. And blue dragonfly, who’s in search of something else, is Consciousness. And this creek is Consciousness. And the green shoots, much higher already than a few days ago, are bustling and growing and generating, and Consciousness reaching towards the Sun of Consciousness.
And Consciousness accepts all of the input. Accepts all of the Perceptions and Perceivings. All the sensations. All the senses. And the intakes and the interactions of each One.
As they are each Consciousness. And they are all Consciousness. And they are One, without separation.
And yet, in separation, they uniquely Perceive. But all of those uniques are combined into One.
Everything in The Now.
The Joy of the human Perspective is that it is possible to feel Consciousness Within. To be Aware of the Consciousness I Am, and Aware of the Consciousness of The Now, in which I sit.
Consciousness with a Gift to Consciousness.
I Am This, I Am Of This…And I Live This, and See This.
It’s a concept beyond imagining, to this finite-creature.
But to Infinte…There is No-thing else.
No-thing…No-separation, and Every-thing…All-separation.
It’s not words. It’s not describable.
It Merely Is.
