a football team or to a party, ...
that´s very well, but it is irrelevant;
as nothing matters being in the contingent.
For what is, is being out of time
and space, that are mere delusions;
another order of reality -in fact-
the only reality, the rest utterly false.
For nothing is, although it seems to exist:
mere shadow figures projected on a canvas;
the only real is the light and the screen
and when it´s off the Great Silence remains.
But we are all the time pending on form
on name, ideas, and experiences
of our ego, the idea of being something
changing with modes and all the circumstances.
Already fed up, look at what matters,
we get so tired of the journey for eons
where we like toys do turn and turn around
and round and round on our ego axis.
Let's try get out and just stop from that,
direct the attention maintaining the point
that is behind the known, and observe all
without any rejection or attachment.
there is the Being independent, free
of pain and pleasure, and all the rest of processes
that create worlds, and subsequent destruction;
this is the truth, only this is what matters.
The ego is false: I am not an idea,
I am the unembraceable reality
I am the Self that is revealed in silence;
someone has said: "The High Indifference".
© albertotrocóniz / 12
Text from: "PHILOSOPHICAL FILES"
Image from: "PHOTOGRAPHY"
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