Thoughts arise constantly in the mind aftecting the body if we believe what they say. We create relaxation, we create tension, we create disease, all by believing our thoughts.
Thoughts are not truth. Feelings and sensatons are not truth.
What is the truth of who I am if not my thoughts , feelings and sensations? Who am I if not what I do or what I have?
To discover the truth of who I am affords me the greatest possible avenue to contribute my unique strengths , gifts and talents in a benificial way.
The satisfaction of living my life in this way in undeniable.
And yet who I am is illusive and does not lend itself easily to verbal definitions.
I am you, I am my surroundings, I am the homeless, I am the filthy rich. To know that "I am", to actually have the realization of this is so very freeing, so light and energizing.
And yet even in this realization the train of thoughts, feelings and sensations goes down the old familiar tracks, but no longer is my life governed by this phenominon, indeed for the most part barely noticed, just mental mutterings, like white noice in my awareness. Familiar comfortings.
What is left is gratitude.
Thoughts are not truth. Feelings and sensatons are not truth.
What is the truth of who I am if not my thoughts , feelings and sensations? Who am I if not what I do or what I have?
To discover the truth of who I am affords me the greatest possible avenue to contribute my unique strengths , gifts and talents in a benificial way.
The satisfaction of living my life in this way in undeniable.
And yet who I am is illusive and does not lend itself easily to verbal definitions.
I am you, I am my surroundings, I am the homeless, I am the filthy rich. To know that "I am", to actually have the realization of this is so very freeing, so light and energizing.
And yet even in this realization the train of thoughts, feelings and sensations goes down the old familiar tracks, but no longer is my life governed by this phenominon, indeed for the most part barely noticed, just mental mutterings, like white noice in my awareness. Familiar comfortings.
What is left is gratitude.
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