Friday, May 12, 2006

Who is looking out?

I am looking out of these eyes, and wondering who is looking out. Then i wonder who is wondering.

The thought "I" comes, and i wonder who feels "I". Who experiences existence?

Another thought goes by, and it seems wierd, where did that thought come from? In this emptiness, where could a thought come from? There is this constant wondering, a thoughtless wondering.

Who is looking out?