Bok
If someone asks you
Who you are
And you go to answer
And no story will arise
No thoughts
So you stand there
Waiting to answer
But nothing comes
You’re totally silent inside
Totally blank
Like when your mind goes blank
But this one keeps on going
So you don’t know
How to answer the question
Who are you
But then you notice that you still are
You still are just as you were before the question
And as you always have been
But without identity
Without being a this or that
Because in this experiment
No answer will arise
No story of who I am
A father
A son
An architect
A man
Human
I can’t say any of those things
Cause nothing arises in that moment
Totally empty of thought
And thus
Empty of identity
And thus
Just present
Now
As this
If you stripped away
All of your identities
I’m a father
A husband
A lawyer
A jock
A good person
A bad one
All those stories of yourself
If all those stories
Are stripped away
And you had no stories
To tell yourself
You didn’t know who
You were anymore
Because you had no
Stories left to tell yourself
About who you are
I’m an old person
I’m a tired person
I’m a successful person
Every single story
And when you ask yourself
Who am I
And no story arises
And you don’t know the answer
To that because no thought
Comes to mind to give you an answer
And yet, you still are
You notice that you still are
Your being-ness doesn’t go away
I don’t know how to answer
The question
who are you
But I have no doubt
That in this moment
I still am
That
Is who we are
Before the story
What is the ego protecting
What is in need of protecting
There’s nothing solid to protect
It’s just an image,
Just a story I’m protecting
It’s just an idea of myself
That seems to need protecting
The only thing that can
Happen to the personality
Is to see that isn’t who we are
It’s just a bunch of ideas and stances
And opinions and positions
A story about this is who I am
And if you say something other
Than that
I’ll get upset and disagree with you
Because you don’t see my story about myself
In the same way
And I’m offended
Because I know who I am
I’m this idea
I’m this story
This opinion
And if you don’t agree with that
It threatens the idea of who I am
Which is so flimsy
Can’t take threat
Can’t take challenges
Because it’s so flimsy
Because it’s not real
There’s something here
Without a story
That takes no story to be
That can’t get offended
And can’t be hurt
Because it’s real
And is always so
This simple sense of me
This simple sense of being
Not an idea, not a story
Just this basic sense of
Awareness, of consciousness,
Beingness
Doesn’t depend on anything
No story about it
Can’t be hurt
Doesn’t have opinions
It just is
Aware
Awake
And present
And everything else is just
Put on top of that
And said this who I am
And it’s just so flimsy
And that’s why it’s so fearful
Cause it’s so flimsy
there’s not much to it
It’s changing all the time
Of course it’s nothing solid
It’s always in flux
It’s so ephemeral
The story and the fear
Are one and the same
The energy, the anxiety
The stress, the worry
The sadness
It’s all trapped in our bodies
In the form of stories
It’s one energy,
The story and the fear
Are one and the same
So we work on both
At the level of mind
With meditation and self inquiry
And we work at the level of body
With plant medicines and breath
Releasing the energetics
What we call ourselves
Is so superficial
Compared to
Who we truly are
The intimacy of
Our true being
That we’ve never known
Anything other than
And that we’ve been so close to
Our whole lives
That we don’t even recognize it
Just being
Has never changed
Our true nature
Is so part and parcel
To our experience
Of ourselves
That we just don’t see it
There is no need
To deny our relative
Identities
Such as
Mother
Father
Husband
Son
As long as we don’t
Believe them to be true
Because as soon as we
Take them as true
We have to defend them
If someone doesn’t agree
With them
It’s fine to take on a role
Masks
To play with them
But to understand
That they’re just stories
Fleeting
They’re not real in the
Sense
That they’re not
Who you are
That the primary
Identity should be with
Presence
Your being
That which is always
So and true
True in this case meaning
Not something that comes
And goes
Not something that
Needs any support to
Exist
It doesn’t need any story
It is what all stories
Are contained within
The solution to being closed is being open. There's such a razor thin difference between lost in a pattern and being awake. Just like when you're asleep, how easy it is to wake someone up. You're in a dream and it seems so real, and all it takes is for someone to drop a book, and all of a sudden, that real world is gone in a flash. It's not like, oh, that was a big journey from the dream world to waking up. It's instant. It's like you're waking up into what already is.
Bok
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