Life is like an enjoyable dance...
Most miss the dance
They are looking for something else
Anything else except this moment
The dance is not enjoyed
They are on the dance floor looking for something else
A something else that will never be found
Never be fulfilled
Stop looking for that something
Whatever it might be
Or not, no choice to stop
No matter
Dance
Enjoy
The music moves the body
And life is seen to be lived by nobody
Always has been that way...
No matter
Dance
Enjoy
The music of life moves the body
The body enjoys the flow of dance
The body is danced
Danced by nobody
Music needs no purpose
The body moving to the music needs no reason to move
No matter
Dance
Enjoy
Why does a flower spring from a seed?
Why does a plant follow the Sun?
Why does the Earth rotate around the Sun?
Why does the body feel the urge to move to music?
There is no answer to any why, it just is
As natural as the growth of flower, it just is
As automatic as the plant turning to face the Sun, it just is
As conditioned as the Earth rotating around the Sun, it just is
As there is nobody in there causing the urge to happen, it just is
No matter
Dance
Enjoy
What notices the urge?
What is claiming that it has a choice to dance or not?
What notices that claiming?
No matter
Dance
Enjoy
Between the thoughts
Is the gap
The gap of noticing
Noticing what notices
Or noticing thoughts claiming choices
Is the simple continuous belief of choice seen?
Does life see itself?
Does it matter?
What is claiming that it matters?
What notices this claiming?
No matter
Dance
Enjoy
It's a mystery, this life
Nothing to figure out
Nothing to believe
Nothing to hold onto
Nothing to do
Nothing to seek
Nothing to find
Nothing to get
Nothing to realize
No experience to obtain
No state to manage
Nothing to improve on
No matter
Dance
Enjoy
It's this, this mystery
The you is looking for what is looking
The you is looking for nothing
The you is looking for just this
This mystery
This now
This here
Whatever it is that is here now
What life situations unfolds
It unfolds not by you
The heart beats
The blood pumps
The lungs breathe
The mind thinks
No control
It feels like there is still control, this must not be it
This is it, just as it is
It doesn't feel perfect, this must not be it
This is it, despite appearance
I still feel like a self, this must not be it
This is it, no matter what thoughts think
No matter
Dance
Enjoy
This mystery that dances
Life is danced, nobody dances...
Posted by: Nicholas Powiull
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