This is what I wrote to my sponsor a year ago in a text
message,
"This is the truth.
Maybe my brain is evolving. Coming home from the movie I saw everything I drove
by. The cracks in the road, wires overhead differing in color the more distant
they ran. I saw shutters, wooden window frames, people riding bikes, brown spots
on lawns, rivets in the bridge, where there were breaks in chain link fences
etc. It is not insignificant. I felt grateful that I was able to see and how I
felt being able to see. All I did was look. I didn't judge any of it, I didn't
try to label it any deeper than what each part represented. I felt that I was
only a witness to the notion that I am aware enough TO see. I saw things and
then those things were gone, behind me and I didn't feel anything because I
kept seeing more. What I got from that amazingly rich ride home was my
feelings may not be any more or any less than images flying by. I can feel
them at the very moment they fire off in my brain and then let them go so I
will not miss the depth of the next feeling that is always, always ready to
possess me, to let me be surprised, to let me experience the wonder and variety
of the infinite subtlety of our brief but divine spark of this life."
It’s like poetry but real.
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