I have no idea what’s going on.
I can’t trust any so-called knowledge
to be absolute truth;
it’s all relative and conditional,
and therefore not Real in any sense.
I won’t trust it any more…
or anything else my senses or mind
present within consciousness.
Percepts ... concepts … they come and go.
I can’t imagine what it all means.
… so I have stopped imagining.
Stopped believing anything …
even in the story of ‘graham’.
It is a meaningless role that genetic programming
and social conditioning has created.
A script that is followed.
It happens when needed ... on some kind of auto-pilot.
I watch it, amused, impartial … not expecting or needing any results.
The day begins - things get done …
The mind sorts stuff and seems to prioritise,
respond and make decisions.
But no-one is deciding ... or in control.
No-one is at home.
The day ends, appetites are fed … needs are met;
the body finds its own equilibrium.
No-one has done anything,
yet nothing is left undone.
What kind of strange performance is this …
without a performer?
A play without actors ...
a game without players?
Still the watching continues, intermittently;
silent … detached … impersonal.
Loving … being Love … Being.
Just This … aaaah!
