Still-Point...

Sometimes I sit down at the computer and determine what subject to broach. When there is nothing obvious to write about, I have to make space by cleaning out my mental clutter. 


It is a process of elimination, just let stuff go, dissolve, disappear into the ether.


What happened today in politics?....  let it go


What joys or regrets do you have?... let them go


What childhood memories make you happy or sad? ...let them go


Who have you loved, who has loved you? ... let it go


What are your dreams and what are your nightmares? ... let them go


How is your physical body treating you? ... let it go


What do you want, what do you need? ... let that go


Is life worth living? ... let that go


What does God have to say about it? ... let it go




I continue the process of elimination like peeling back layers of onion skin. It's hard work because there are LOTS of layers to my human condition.


Eventually, everything I've ever done, thought, experienced is set aside. No personal history, or future, or desires, or fears, and nothing physical, emotional, or tangible remain. That's my "still-point" state. A centered consciousness, an empty vessel, an open mind that accepts  inspiration.


I've found that state hard to get to, and even harder to maintain. As a typical human, I will always disturb my "still point" and must start the process all over again. 


This can be frustrating... and I let that go





In the end, it doesn't always work. I still may have nothing to write about.