We have the power to bring attention inward repeatedly.
In doing so we begin to notice that everything in appearance is coming and going.
The love I feel for others comes and goes, the pain I feel comes and goes.
Obstacles appear, obstacles vanish.
This is the way of things.
But what do they appear on?
Is there really an identity there or is it more the case that identity is superimposed onto something.
What is that something?
No do not define it, that’s impossible,
Rest in it
Then you do not have to try and be it
Because you are it.
It begins with attention turning inward…