It’s 5 AM. I am sitting in front of a blank page not knowing what to write. I don’t want to do the usual – pour out the events of yesterday, nor do I want to write about what I have to do and how I am not doing it etc., so, what remains to be said – really? Nothing.
If we don’t have anything to mull over about the past and get caught in the cycle of guilt and shame mostly, laced with pride and satisfaction occasionally, or, think about future with worry, anticipation, hope mixed with anxiety and fear sometimes – what have we got to say in the present moment – nothing really. Only experiencing remains – experiencing the constantly surging and receding waves of thoughts rising – the waters of past and future.
I remain still – I hear the crickets drone in the distance and the rooster’s wake up call from the neighbor’s backyard, fridge humming, my neck bone creaking, left shoulder hurting. I hear the silence I am surrounded and cocooned in, interrupted by the soft squishing of the pen on the paper that I am writing on.
In this present moment silence, there is an awareness of my solidity as well as the awareness of the ‘I’ that is making these observations quietly, noticing everything, alert and present. There is no emotion in this state – only a deep calm interjected by next sentence rising in mind to be penned.
I am aware of myself. My mind is desperately trying to create a particular chain of thought, but as soon as a thought is arising to a certain height, it is popping noiselessly like a bubble. There is a recognition of a thought arising. I have nothing to say, nothing to worry about, nothing to look forward to either. I am quiet, calm and rested in this deep echo in my heart of “I Am” – that’s it.
“I Am” is the only reality – anything added after the ‘am’ is the drama that we play on the screen of this world.
“Is this a thought regurgitated from acquired knowledge?” – asks my mind, unable to comprehend that it has no hold on me and not carrying me away.
“No.” says the awareness. ‘I ‘ acknowledge your existence, but you my mind, are in my control and ‘I’ will only use you to continue to make you know that ‘I’ am in control. ‘I’ decide when you can or cannot talk through your thoughts. ‘I’ have to use you for me to know who ‘I Am’, but ‘I’ will use you with full awareness and not let you cover me like storm clouds and take over. You may have hopes, desires, wishes, worries, frustrations, anxieties etc. but ‘I’ am not part of them.
“I AM..” anything after that is you jumping up and down like a drunken monkey with your theatrics. ‘I’ own you and not the other way around. ‘I’ am the charioteer, you are the horse drawing the chariot at my command, in a direction and speed that ‘I’ choose from now on, so you will know and live in the recognition that “I” the eternal witness – “I” am in charge.