I have been so busy with a persistent dialogue in my head for the past 65 years that I fear I have missed out on much of this life.
Its always been the work of doing what was expected, searching out approval from family, friends, girls ..pals...teachers...looking for friendship, love...fitting in to certain circles...ethnic groups.....dressing and looking a certain way approved by these same circles, peer groups, friends and loves.
I am sure i am no different than most people and this is sad for all concerned. I only realize now..at this ripe and wisdom flowing time of my life ..just how sad it is that most of us miss out on the truly... happy inducing facets of living.
Now ...I spend more time looking at that same dialogue in my head. The voice that is always plotting, encouraging and blaming this same witness...Me...the one who is paying attention to that voice.
I do not know who this WITNESS is..I feel it is closer to the real me, encapsulated in this body with a dialogue blaring at full volume. Most of the time, (unrelentlessly)...especially when I crave sleep...or when on rare occasions am close to paying attention to the majesty of all my surroundings.
Its always been the work of doing what was expected, searching out approval from family, friends, girls ..pals...teachers...looking for friendship, love...fitting in to certain circles...ethnic groups.....dressing and looking a certain way approved by these same circles, peer groups, friends and loves.
I am sure i am no different than most people and this is sad for all concerned. I only realize now..at this ripe and wisdom flowing time of my life ..just how sad it is that most of us miss out on the truly... happy inducing facets of living.
Now ...I spend more time looking at that same dialogue in my head. The voice that is always plotting, encouraging and blaming this same witness...Me...the one who is paying attention to that voice.
I do not know who this WITNESS is..I feel it is closer to the real me, encapsulated in this body with a dialogue blaring at full volume. Most of the time, (unrelentlessly)...especially when I crave sleep...or when on rare occasions am close to paying attention to the majesty of all my surroundings.
If I am that witness...who the hell is the witness paying attention to that witness...I don't know the answer to that but its worth investigating..and that is what I'm doing..... right now.
I stole this picture from Cherie..a friend of mine now living in Prineville Oregon
1 comment:
Wow Da very profound! I too have danced with this witness and the witnesses witness, it is a very good thing. And I love you, and I love your witness too.
Chele
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