I keep wondering,

Publicado por Patricio Varsariah el lunes, febrero 29, 2016

Why do you think ?, what is thought? we are part of that thought, or just walks in our minds as one element of many that make us? Can we think of something we have not thought previously and therefore does not exist for us ?, as bring an image that is not known by our mind, one we've ever seen, so unknown?

There are so many questions that arise from the one and only element, and there are so many ... What is fear, which is the imagination, why we want .... Why some humans are asking so much and others so little ... because some suffer from birth and others have it all ... there is so much to ask. While searching.

The truth is a pathless land. Man can not approach it through any organization, of any sect, dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophical knowledge or psychological technique. You have to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the contents of his own mind, observation and not through intellectual analysis or introspective dissection. Man has built in himself images as a fence, political, personal and religious security. These manifest as symbols, ideas, beliefs. The burden of these images dominates man's thinking, his relationships and his daily life. These images are the cause of our problems since divide men. His perception of life is shaped by the concepts already established in his mind. The content of his consciousness is his entire existence. This content is common to all mankind. The individuality is the name, form, surface culture he acquired through tradition and the environment. The uniqueness of man does not lie in the superficial but in the absolute freedom of the content of his consciousness, which is common to all human beings. So he is not an individual "

When man becomes aware of the movement of his own thoughts, you will see the division between the thinker and thought, the observer and the observed, the experiencer and the experienced. You will discover that this division is an illusion. Only then is there pure observation in which there is no shadow of the past or time. This eternal "insight" brings a deep, radical mutation in the mind. Total negation is the essence of the positive. When there is negation of all those things that thought has brought about psychologically, only then there is love, which is compassion and intelligence.

Then we understand as a form of prison thinking, if we think we are bound to that thought, that form to that condition. They say there should be a total denial of what occasioned by thought, how? reaching his absence? and as we stop thinking ?, in the absence of that something is the room for another, then ... only then it is understanding.

Ravings, I will continue in this ...

I keep wondering, not knowing if my mind wondering or me.

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I do not know where in the world you will not even know if you exist. But I am excited to think that at some point someone will open your computer and come here to these letters. He read it and know that it is written for: Man or woman, young or old ... so what? I write these lines to someone who knows what it is to feel alone or lonely. These cards are for someone who needs a hug or afraid. A person who has seen some morning clear their mistakes and their consequences. Someone in the desire to be otherwise always stumble on the same stone, that surprises us because it is part of what we really are, even if not suspect. I write to discover who frequently excited / or with the heart spinning like a pinwheel wish but this hopeful recognize where the wind comes from.

Someone well understood that some days the world is very short and others imprisons his shadow, know also comprise heavy and leaden days when we are stuck, without direction or course and we need someone on our side grip the wheel. It is recognized in that effort rowing, paddling and rowing again until land appears on the horizon. These charts are for those who feel all that and more but do not dare leave the soul to hear those rhythms in samba.

You see, friend, stranger still, I was thinking how beautiful it would be that everyone else would have written a letter or a poem dedicated, inspired by it, created by its mere existence. And that all people sense that someone else would be remembered with affection, and not the most beautiful thing you have shown, but still having taught the monster that also house. The reason for these cards is you. You will not be one / or those who refer this following saying: "NOBODY IS MORE THAN ONE WHO ALONE HAS NEVER RECEIVED A LETTER"

My goal: to live is to live with all illusion, as high-flying balloon. Spotting the view from the top, appreciating the beauty beneath my feet, carefully observing everything my way, so no one hurt me. Just so I can feel free, like the moon loves the sea, and the air in your eyes, as the land under the sun. My dream is a world of feelings, the sorrows, laughing, crying, smiles, is the most certain way.