I guess this is a way of investigating whether your present experience is third person awareness (I am one of the things in the room--I exist in the room) or a first person awareness (my sense of the room and all the objects originate within me).
But really I'm more interested in the gravity to my thoughts, a stickiness that holds me in their grip. Whether I exist in the room or the room exists in me--there is this gravity. This pull. I can't jump high either. Except on a good day. Always being pulled back down. But when I do get pulled down, pulled down to the earth in my thoughts, if feel it. This is not just about the mind. The earth is in the mind, as is the air. Can't you feel it. The spacious part of your mind. The space in the room that you are in. The space that your mind is in. Can you feel the fire sometimes? Do you flow with the water and blood in your body?
When this binding force becomes me, my thoughts coalesce. The room coalesces. Fully formed thoughts go from the ground and up to the air, vibrating with the energy of motion. When the binding force that becomes me, that holds me together thoughts and the body become one with the thoughts with the room. When the experience of the me becomes the not me but the gravity of the nigredo. And I wait for something new to bloom.
No comments:
Post a Comment