What a feeling that might be? Give Life a chance.

“I still want experiences.” he said. That’s silly. How could there ever be an end to experiences, to stories, to physical appearances and manifestations of thoughts and desires? It’s all Life’s joy. It is wise though to end your frenetic controlling freaky WANTING or FEAR of experiences, as if you aren’t a timeless infinite being. Instead of seeking experiences with greed and fear, give Life a chance to offer them to you, one by one, as they come. What a feeling that might be? What a new kind of living!

I want to do it all, but what I really want is to feel utterly alive.

I don’t want any game, what I really want is play.
I don’t want any profession, what I really want is write poetry and paint watercolor.
A thought, like a cloud, white or black, good or bad, obscures the sky and the sun.
It’s impossible to know Life, because the moment thought forms, it obscures Life to senses once again. Insensitivity of the thinking brain.
Perhaps letting Life play me like the wind plays the chimes, 
that sound might say something of Life.
Perhaps letting Life play with my fingers on the keyboard,
those typings might say something of Life.
Perhaps letting Life play with watercolor in my hands, those paintings might say something of Life.
Perhaps … or not … who is asking anyway? who wants to know of Life?
Perhaps letting the Ocean show me how to surf, that might feel like full aliveness.
Perhaps letting the Mountain show me how to climb, that might feel like total aliveness.
Perhaps letting the rain show how to paint, that might feel … 
I wonder how being listen to feels like? I wonder … to just start talking and feel all my words are being received … hm, what a feeling that might be? Is that even possible? Why wouldn’t be? There are people who love to listen. I used to be one of them. I was wondering what happens in people’s mind? Over years I’ve learned: nothing I can do anything about. It’s the same old story, the same old game, the same program of conflict for experience’ sake.
I would let Life speak with my mouth … and yet … one who speaks the truth has no friends for friends want only for you to play your part in the story. No one wants to hear the truth. The truth shatters all dreams. The truth brings all games to peaceful resolution. The truth ends all programs, all stories. The truth brings all colors together to white light. Friends rather keep their illusions. 
“I still want experiences.” he said. That’s silly. How could there ever be an end to experiences, to stories, to physical appearances and manifestations of thoughts and desires? It’s all Life’s joy. It is wise though to end your frenetic controlling freaky WANTING or FEAR of experiences, as if you aren’t a timeless infinite being. Instead of seeking experiences with greed and fear, give Life a chance to offer them to you, one by one, as they come. What a feeling that might be? What a new kind of living!

©️A. Garden, August 2020