In my body, a lotus

I feel thought, literally, as a cognitive phenomenon, as a manifestation (in the sense of a transitory appearance)
It momentarily crystallizes and densifies energy. It aggregates scattered elements. This appears to me to be a process of hacking, a diversion of the consciousness flow, a few pieces of debris thrown into the stream to create a puddle, which before allowing itself to be submerged will suggest the presence of a puddle.

Sometimes, instead of debris thrown by the winds, there are stones from a landslide.
The stream is then no longer visible and the traveler will believe in the lake.
Sitting crumbles debris and dissolves larger stones.

Time…

In my body, a lotus

I understand that the thought-phenomenon is not the nature of consciousness.

If the magnifying glass concentrates light rays to the point of sometimes consuming entire drills, the concentrated ray is not light. However, the concentrated ray is also light, just as the puddle is the state of the stream at a given moment.

I know that it is not the heart of it and that stagnation/concentration are the places where we cultivate suffering. Through ignorance, they sometimes become places of confinement, the only modalities of our experience.
Liberation from this hell is found on a cushion of seed, grass, straw, fabric…

In a notebook of words.

©FJ May 2024
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