Caught

Caught

Drawn from thought to contrasted colors of the far off sky.
It somehow feels right here. The warm amber meets a deep ocean blue as if being painted in front of my eyes.

For a moment I fall away and realization emerges.
Without that self referential thought, there is no me.

I am constantly creating myself in every moment with that thought, with the I of experiencing.
Without that thought there is only space.

This is both horrifying and ultimately releasing. The realization that we are not really here, only a thought, yet we are completely free. We are, I am freedom itself. I and life.
I am the blossoming of the flower.
The gust of wind.
The soft layer of snow.
The amber painted on blue.
Because there is no me, I can return to everything.

A wave of remembering washes over me. A reminder that we have learned this before. That life is remembering itself, again and again. Moment after moment.

For now. For now.