This is pretty much just a Journal Page. Wanting to Mark the day. Wanting to leave a Mark of sorts of this day in October, 2014. so i might know, at some time still coming. And to say that i don't know anything at all about any of this. That it still is coming and i don't know. Don't know.
I first "met" Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj and Ramana Maharshi somewhere around 1988 or 89 give or take. Maybe a few years before? Maybe Some years before. but i'll say 1988. Good enough to indicate a While back. I tried to understand then, but i couldn't, but i knew the words were True. Now and then, when the granddaughter has come i've watched her visually "cruise" the book shelf and ask about "that blue book". I Am That. I always said…do you want to take it? She says no, not now.
And here we are today, me and her and Mooji whose lineage is this. so, ok.
So i spent this day going about and doing and making the point to keep in the Moment. When thoughts would try to attach to the Moment i would let them drop away. Just the Moment. Just This. Tay, the Goats and I did this. We just had a day. We got a LOT done. We worked OutSide, we went back and forth through the Migrational Coridor, we pulled the sticky seed grasses, moved the cement blocks, cleaned the Albatros, Looked at Cloth, ate, admired the DAY which was just so Grand, all the while, I let the sense of ME just float off and disappear. The Goats and Tay don't have that so they were just what they are and i joined them in that…in that clear sense of this day as it unfolded, no past no future just each minute into each minute. And i realized that i have been going along, Just going, along all this time and it's good and Very Very OK.
Alz B's son Bill had brought a broken basket, knowing my fondness for Wabi Sabi . This morning i find it totally disassembled by Tay. But this bottom. This Center remained so i tied it and put it on the wall.
am looking. Here. What is it?…How it is?
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