The images that play within my minds eye stream through me. I guess we all are animate video screens of content. Sometimes the content is my mind - those incessant thoughts that distract and cause disruption. I give them so much power. The past plays back to us disguised as the future. Though it is the same movie, different characters but I know that story line.
How freeing when I can notice it. Laugh at myself or say, "ah - interesting. What am I doing that for - now?" I love when I can perceive the act as it is enacted. When I am in my most aware place - that calm centered place, then I am the witness and not identified as the player. Love those moments. Feels ageless. When I know I am truly prior.
That is the beautiful stream of consciousness. Not thought, not mind, not emotion. Streaming fields of energy and vibration as it courses through the body and creates awareness. So poignant and liberating.
Realization is the tiny moments of the real.
Momentary yet eternal. When time dissipates and all that is - is prior to thought. Before the naming, before the understanding, an expanded feeling of ahh....
Makes so much of human activity seem miniscule and childish. That peaceful center that radiates love and changes perception of self to SELF, has a sense of humor at its core. I think we are human so we can learn to laugh at ourselves. Laughing yoga makes so much sense to me.
I picture the streaming consciousness as a waterfall - sitting in a cross-legged position, in a circle of liquid light I am washed clean of thought and emotional presence into a state of dissolution. Eternal, Noble, Beautiful. Tickled. That is true happiness.