A Continuation

Sitting here alone in the almost empty house, all that is heard are the keys tapping under my fingers as I share my thoughts. The day is slowly coming to an end, and what a glorious day it has been. So animated and so full of perfection. Flooded with great awe, I look at all the beauties of today. The fall colors of the leaves and flowers, the marvelous blue sky. The birds carol’ing their morning chant. This great miracle of nature that appears to be beginningless and endless. None of it subsists in yesterday or tomorrow. A day it is as it has never been before. So colorful and lucid. An existence free of time and problems. It simply is and that in itself creates wonderment, doesn’t it. A day without any recollection. The squirrels and the birds have no yesterday. The trees and the sun and the flowers have no time. It is the miracle of today. But we crave continuation, don’t we. Of the things we have experienced and remember. What are we without our experiences and memories? To be is to have that continuity in our lives. It is in the holding onto of ideas and beliefs, our judgments and conclusions and our memories. It is the continuity of all the experiences and information we procure from birth to death. It is all just an illusion? In the absence of this continuity, what is there? There is nothing. Are we afraid to be no_thing? To be not a thing that can be expressed and measured in words. Always trying to formulate something that we do not know. Trying to comprehend, to give something a name and generate constant noise. When we are free from that state where we are seeking and expecting and looking and explaining, this is where the mind is free. This is where we find that state of mind that says “I do not know”.