Today’s post, comes from a different angle. Describing an act of observation in real life.
There’s hope in me, that the pointing will not stay theoretical, for this would be a waste of time for both the reader and the writer.
But if self questioning will come to be, in yourself, and no longer you’d seek to know,
A whole new depth of life will be nurturing your heart, mind, and being.
It’s a short story of how the following piano play came to be.
Listen to it here -
Found myself sitting in front of the piano, as I do daily, hoping to meet the unknown expression of Now.
Clueless, without any idea in me, as to what or how to play, I listened to some key strikes, but nothing came, void.
She was in the kitchen making tomato pasta, and I heard myself calling: “Baby, I need a topic for the play”
, by the time she appeared trying to see what I asked, the play was already going, and I told her, “this is it”,
She looked at me trying to figure out what I mean, and I said, this play that is played now, is “Baby, I need a topic to play”!
She smiled, left back to her activities and for the next two minutes or so, I was sitting there, playing that which I don’t know, amazed by how it is never showing up unless you ask it to,
Not with words, rather with inner observation that is free from knowledge and time.
My question to you, the reader, is one:
Will you try?
If not, how would you find out
?
Wherever you go people offer you knowledge, creations, techniques, experiences,
But here, you are offered to admit inner emptiness that is not even yours, not happening, not known,
That is your naked honesty
, free of any pretentious.
It is most likely, that the writer is naive, alien to the ways of the world, and foreign to the forces of the market (which years ago he was mastering),
So, why is this written, why does he try to make you trust that which is not?
How would you find out, if you don’t ask?