One is easily ensnared and or overwhelmed by it all in the mundane which somehow forces one to be instinctive and reactive. Whilst so doing, the subject is ensconced in a whirl of negativism: There is always a sense of trying to see that which is immediate or imposing that false ego self in the realm of the what is rather than watch and witness that which is and bring sense and meaning to that which unfolds.
In the latter mode, all one perceives is that grandeur of being: a calmness and peaceful zone as unfolds …. a sense of stillness where the wind blows gently about and the emerging sounds of the birds breaking that still silence of the realm of quietness. Silence is indeed what makes one be. A question of just observing without any enunciated thought Just watch that stillness and feel the silent breeze! Silence is that virtue of being here, there and everywhere, uncorrupted that is non contaminated with any or something. A way of appreciating par excellence!
It is a venture into appreciating that which unfolds as it is that ‘what is’ unadulterated by the process which is instinctive where one is at the mercy of the known…. That which keeps one subjugated in a mode of the firmly mundane; there is a sense of just trying to be in that form of authentic being where stillness becomes the measure of being rather than an opiniated verbose which tends to betray the spirit of being. In this latter mode, one sees via that veil and is full of animosity, bitterness and may only enounced forms of a way which states that that me-ism is the most vital factor in the equation of being interactive where what matters is ‘ in my opinion’ or this is ‘what I what I think’ and in such protocol of encounter; what is lacking is precisely to just see and or observe what is unfolded in the arena of mindfulness where that beauty of the moment which is betrayed after falling prey to the instinct. That reactive mode which steals away everything which is there in a moment of madness as one gives more credibility to the whims of the ego and gets carried away in that dense forest of delusion which clearly seeks to embed it within that which is dominated by that veil or at best within a reactive mode when cautioned and or forced on by others whether animate or inanimate.
That is where one loses sense of appreciating the other and or perceive things as should be. Rather, all forms of the seen are subjected to the diktat of the mental process and its input whilst that which is perceived relegated and only prevails to that subjective form as per the whims of the bigoted ego, which forces one to be a mere reactionary based on ‘learnt’ equally verbosity and other historical baggage which continues to dominate the subject way of being instead of just being there and or witnessing that calm way of being and hearing those inspiring sounds as emanating from that environment about us as hinted above. Or it is all about may one simply appreciate without prejudice and be there in the midst of the world arena and witness. Observing and being, watching without the whims and actually seeing whilst merging in the beauty of what is.
In this scenario, what is actually here is witnessed in authenticity rather than any preconceived aspect which blurs one’s being and become the mirror or veil through which one is pertinently subjugated as one perceives. One is whirled away in a mist of subjugation where the whims takes over and the subject is a prey in the form of whisked aside giving rise to those forms which takes one away from being there in that dialectics which simply calls one to be. Confusions arises and the subject merely tries imposing its own forms of seeking abject comforts in its unparalleled acceptance of a wild way of interactions where confusions reign and when this takes over there is always a reactive form in operation and when this is so, all sorts of vile frictions are thrown about. And again, one is at best a victim unknowingly entangled in those forms of negativism which takes away any reflective forms of being.
Content in this mode of being, lots are missed, that ability to be here and just witnessed what is to be really perceived. The mind may either be a comrade in action or simply that which takes us away on a mission of revolt and or acknowledging that form which merely stifles everything: The wise chooses that which is above and beyond the mundane way or a transcendent form of being there and being at par with what is about ; not imposing or dictating but seeing that the subject too is part of the seen in a wholeness of being.
To be sure, is it possible is for one to just witness in world arena?…… rather than dominate; to simply being there in appreciative mood and part of the whole…. Or must one always be in that mode of being a controller, which seeks to impose? Why is one so keen to be that one which is not? Or trying to give the impression that only through that ego self that life makes sense, in that aspect of separatism which promote all sorts of obsequious forms which only leads in the dungeons of delusions of grandeur of making one feels that one is in control in that fluid state of the world.
Realisation that there is a fluidity about and or that all that is seen with the senses is temporary may well cause one to stop, pause and reflect and perhaps begin to be here in the mode of appreciation. This may make one see without prejudice of that form which simply is here, there, and everywhere without figmentation or similar concoction of the mental process. Or is the state of non-fragmentation possible at all? May one awake from that illusory dream and be able to be part of a wholeness of being? Is it possible to just see as Krishnamurti often has stated rather than imposing one’s being, one’s preconceptions onto the world? Or is one simply condemned as a bodily self to be forced via the modes. Or does everything depends on the choices the subject makes in one’s encounter with the world?