Hold on did I just say, I? My car? My music? My Children? Ha, ha . . don't you just love our misuse of words? I'll start again ;-)
The car was being driven. Being was at the wheel. Driving was happening, a CD was playing, music was happening . . the journey was unfolding. All there was, was the unfolding of this
OK, I'm writing retrospectively, of something that is now only a memory, and as I sit here writing . . . there is nothing else. Yesterday is no more. Unfolding of being is, and it is the unfolding of words on a blog post. As this unfolds in your psyche, there is nothing else, only this. This is the unfolding of reading these words, and the sitting on that seat. Is this too simple for the mind to accept?
I have a mind to tell you that there is no mind. That's right, there is no such thing as you having a mind, which, by default, also means that those thoughts you're so attached to in the psyche are not yours either . . . there's a real smile going on here in this One-ness through which these words are unfolding :-) . . .
And what of 'my children', how can one Not take ownership of them? How can one not be attached to ones offspring? Look, in liberation, parenting continues right on as before . . but without taking ownership; for the child is simply oneness happening . . unconditionally.
In liberation everything is seen to be the unfolding of nothingness as everything, and this is simultaneously unconditionally loving.
So, one communicates this here, like a finger pointing towards the distant moon, but actually, in reality, the moon is also within, the external child is also One. There is no separation, no individuality . . . except when one thinks there is; and in so doing one separates . . and makes two . . when, in reality, there is only one. But . . .
One already knows this, doesn't one?
It is through attachment to what appears to be external stimuli, that one takes ownership of words such as mind and thought . . turning them into mine, when there is only, in reality, one-ness . . hmmm?
In liberation, I am no more, and one is everything and nothing all at