So just sit,
Rest,
And be.
Just being as you are.
And the mind may tell you what you are,
Where you are,
Who you are.
May bring memories,
Experiences from the past into the present,
To give you a shape,
A colour,
A flavour.
And right now,
Just to watch that,
Simply watch how the mind attaches concepts to I am.
I am is primary.
I am something is an afterthought.
And there is nothing to do but to be.
To watch.
To be curious.
To ask what is this I am and that I am?
What is its source?
And again,
The mind may present answers in the form of knowledge of what you've read or surmised.
And just to watch that.
Watch the mind's meaning making,
Its very innocent attempt to grasp something.
I am is not a thing.
So in this stillness,
In this silence,
Just be.
Seeing the spontaneity of what arises.
Watching the sense I am.
Abiding in the sense I am.
Following its lead.
Like a river flowing back to its source.
And as the source you can appear.
You can present yourself.
You can take on countless shapes.
Yet you're never not.
Your ultimate boundless source of all.
Felt right now.
Sensed right now.
Known right now.
As I am.
Beingness.
Aliveness flowing as that river.
Apparently on a journey.
Apparently going somewhere,
Moving somewhere.
Apparently navigating objects.
Always flowing.
Always conscious.
Perhaps sometimes in the background.
Perhaps obscured by the content in the mind.
Or in the apparently external world.
But always flowing.
Always merging.
Perhaps your infinite body.
Never separate from that.
And we get a glimpse,
A taste of that purity when we rest into the I am prior to concepts and qualifications.
And continue to watch the sense I am.
Feel the sense I am.
The knowledge that you are.
That you exist.
And while you exist as many things,
You are existence itself.
The river carries the essence of the ocean.
The river is the essence of the ocean.
You alone are.
Needed this.
And all that.
And as the river of I am streaming through this body-mind form,
Is fully the essence of the ocean,
There is nothing to seek and find.
Nothing is lost.
I am.
I am aware.
I am aware of experience,
Thoughts,
Sensations,
Emotions.
I am aware.
I am.
I.
Awareness is I.
And I am aware.
Awareness is I.
And I am aware.
Awareness always is.
The body-mind moves,
Talks,
Walks,
Performs tasks.
And awareness is.
Always aware.
The body-mind sleeps,
And awareness is.
The mind is distracted,
Bored,
Lazy,
Longing,
And awareness is.
The me sense seeks,
Forgets,
Gets lost,
Gets frustrated,
And awareness is.
You are always home.
You are home.
Never separate from your source.
You are source.
Awareness is awake.
The me sense seeks awakening,
Enlightenment.
Awareness is.
And awareness is awake.
And a light that illuminates every form,
Every expression of itself.
The mind says,
But,
What if,
Maybe,
It can't be.
And there's awareness of those thoughts.
Awareness never left.
Awareness is awake.
The body sleeps,
And awareness is awake.
Awareness never dies.
The body dies,
And awareness is alive.
You are aware.
Awareness is you.
You are the river of aliveness,
Flowing.
Shapeshifting.
Awareness at one with your source.
Continue just to attend to the I am.
To be.
And know if it is needed.
Just attention.
You are,
Even before,
The words I am.
You are,
Even before,
That concept I am.
You are that which is aware of who I am.
You know that you are.
You know that you exist.
What is that you that knows this?
The I am is witnessed.
The mind's contents are witnessed.
What is this witness that you are?
The mind wants to reach a conclusion,
To find a nice tidy answer.
Or maybe there's just a resting into the not knowing.
The freedom of not knowing.
Not having to know.
Simply being that.
Okay,
So when you're ready you can open your eyes,
Have a stretch.
You're still here.
You're still with you.
You're not going anywhere.
But you're here.
You're here.
