There’s a size that I’ve been accepting as the true and fixed size of the world, but I’ve been looking through for so long that I’ve forgotten the window isn’t the view itself,
There’s a size that I’ve been accepting as the true and fixed size of the world, I wanted to expands only in the directions where I have kept myself genuinely uncertain and curious,
There’s a size that I’ve been accepting as the true and unchanging size of the world, I’ve drawn the way I’ve been rehearsing these conclusions every day, and it’s become more like permanent features of my entire garden,
If I could quietly expand the boundaries of my attention, what is the one area that I’ve been keeping just beyond my focus that I might finally allow myself to examine directly,
There’s a size that I’ve been accepting as the true and fixed size of the world, but I am willing to admit that my own inner world has the same quality of unhurried open attention I occasionally manage to offer the outside worlds...
I can get closer until the familiar thing becomes strange, I’ve done this accidentally when I was too tired to maintain my usual distance; suddenly, the ordinary thing revealed that I had been walking past it for years without noticing,
I can get closer until the familiar thing becomes strange, and becomes the only shape and the loss of the expected sound something closer to the actual object of the word briefly appears before the meaning rushes back in and covers it again,
I can get closer until the familiar thing becomes strange, and that strangeness is just a sign that I’ve finally moved past the shortcut version of the habits that replaced the real encounter because I was too busy building the fastest route forward,
What is the most familiar thing in my daily life that I am most certain I fully understand, the kind attention I usually reserve only for things I am encountering for the very first time,
I can get closer until the familiar thing becomes strange, the world briefly expands beyond the version I’ve been analyzing myself into for the sake of comfort in knowing…
The inside and the outside are both waiting for me to calm down, long enough for me to hear what the quieted one has been trying to say beneath all the noise I’ve been generating at full volume simultaneously all the time,
The inside and the outside are both waiting for me to calm down, with any genuine intention, allowing the louder one to drown out the other and labeling that as a listening practice,
The inside and outside are both waiting for me to calm down, the most productive thing I can do inside is to stop analyzing it and simply stand outside, letting the wind do its thing without influencing the interpretation,
What would I discover if I intentionally silenced my inner monologue, allowing the external world to flow through me without pre-determining the significance of each element in my life right now,
The inside and outside are both waiting for me to quiet down, afraid of what silence might reveal but I suspect it’s costing me what I most want to find…
My universe is limited by my capacity to perceive and comprehend, I’ve been living in a organized version of it, filled with familiar objects, relationships, and places, as I’ve built my personal filing system since childhood,
My universe is limited by my capacity to perceive and comprehend, the door to it is not in a different location or life, but in the quality of attention I bring to my current life,
My universe is limited by my capacity to perceive and comprehend, every time I explore the uncertain, my grasp on reality expands, allowing me to include unique experiences in my own horizon,
What is the most common thing I encounter that I’m certain I’ve fully seen, what would happen to my life if I looked at it tomorrow as if I’d never seen it before,
universe is limited by my capacity to perceive and comprehend, I’m willing to receive more than I’ve allowed? As I pause, I stay present with the unfolding world long enough for the truth to outrun my assumptions and release my fears alone…
Watchwords:
The window I mistook for the view itself,
In closer until the familiar becomes strange again,
Both sides noisy as mutual protection from silence,
The door is in the quality of attention I bring,
Staying a few seconds longer before I decide...
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
