There is no mind.
There is no consciousness.
There is no thing to call my own.
There is no path.
There is no destination.
There is no where I can go.
There is no God, no Devil, no Heaven, no Hell.
There is no Life, no Death,
No Earth, no Moon,
No Yesterday, no Tomorrow.
There is not even What Is.
No Moment,
No NOW.
There is only the word, explaining, describing,
Doing its best to build the image,
To help me to believe.
But I cannot.
The one interpreting the word, is also the word.
No words remain for Takuin…
What Am I?
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If there is no am and no I and no What Is, there is not even a question. There can be no words for what the mind cannot grasp. (such a suitable word)
Yet there you remain. The non-being Being.
For some reason, this post triggered an old Beatles song. It suggests you are the Walrus.
I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
(hee hee hee ha ha ha)
I am the eggman. (In the Rg Veda, Hiranya Garbha is the golden egg, the entire universe)
Davidya,
That is it.
Oh, and KU KU KA CHOO…
Just wondering, isn’t the question “What Am I?” or “Who am I?” we directed to ourselves is just the “Do you know who am I?” question we direct to those people who aren’t aware of our “significance”?
Sass,
It could be, of course. But it does not have to be so.
If the person wanting to be free asks What Am I?, it is just an activity in the hopes of being free. It is the self, hoping to be free from the self, through the activity of the self.
Not to condemn it, or anything. It just is what it is.
Now, a question may arise in one that is free. But there is no real need to get anything from an answer. If it is a technical question of how to do something in the physical world, that is one thing. In daily life such things happen. But if a question comes up such as What Am I?, there is no answer, and there is no longer a hope to be free from anything.
That would be like water asking how it might be more wet.
Then there is no comment. And yet there is. Hehe.
Stunning photo Takuin.
Thanks, Lune.
I didn’t expect it to come out quite like that, so it was a nice surprise.
That is what I most like about photography…those little surprises.
Love it! Love it! Love it!
Thank you very much, Evelyn…