I don't often come back to the rip rap of my mind, where things are being churned over and over again, crashing and clashing needlessly and relentlessly, thoughts being directed to an open file.
I pretty much stay as long as I choose, and it's getting easier to swing back into presence, where I focus and attend to what's in front of me, or look for proof of my present reality, or try becoming conscious of awareness, or seek how best to look for what I am, or meditate on what it feels like to be me.
I'm always looking for the truth of things: how they should be, what's best for me or you or us, how to make the good things last, final solutions to things, the best answers to issues.
What about just getting a taste as to how things are for me right now?
I look at myself without association, and a thrill runs through me. simple; too bright to bear. Associating is blamed upon my return.
I return to lessons I've learned about how things should look: the absence of life outside this moment, the beauty found in everything, and how grateful I am to be here.
That crazy horse of my mind galloping along; my instrument of perception; tool of association, collation and analysis; conduit and storage unit of experience and memory; and birthplace of thought and emotions.
So when I see your mind seeming to overwhelm you, I know to bring it from the further ranges back to that sense of time and place which had been lost due to your identification, to the links your mind has made, in the swirling circumstances of your life.
In seeking the truth of what I am, I see your make-up as consistent with mine. Seeking the truth of what I am reduces the effort involved in how best to relate to you. The search may show patterns and predilections, but these do not require fixing in me or in you.
Since no fixing or repairing is required, I may relax. Since I am as idiosyncratic as another, I may relax. Thus I can concentrate on looking and let my interactions with others reflect the patterns and predilections.
