Wondering if I can put words to what I’ve been experiencing/exploring …
that nothing but nothing is as it seems and as we imagine —
that the definitions and descriptions we’re born into or even create-as-we-go are just guesses along with everything else.
We think we know because we’ve observed, but who’s to even say that observing is a thing? If we take our descriptions off (sight/sound/temperature/texture/colors/dividing lines/I’m looking/I’m seeing/I’m hearing-tasting-feeling) how can we possibly ever know what’s going on?
Even and especially the things we’re most convinced of: science, our spiritual path, love — they’re all tumbling away when even observation cannot be counted on as absolute.
Does it sound scary? Not for me. For me, it’s even more relaxing, open, fresh, glorious, mysterious.
Wishing I could put it into words and also just enjoying the wave of what I’d call wishing, knowing that it cannot really be named.