Life

Life goes on slowly. The two pups are still there. My heart leaps with joy when i see him. Sometimes he's not there, then he suddenly comes running from somewhere.

Most of the time, i stay as the presence. Sometimes, i look to see who is perceiving this presence but nothing comes up. Who is holding onto the presence. When thoughts start coming, i look to see who sees them, where are they coming from or forming on.

Its been sunny for a few days, so i spend time sitting in the park before lunch. I walk an hour or more after lunch. I have a feeling all the old men think I am depressed that's why i sit quietly and walk a lot without chatting. The others who notice i look happy, definitely think i am off my rocker.

The mind is disappointed at times that there's nothing fantastic happening, no big bang. Its waiting for some event. I'd like the search to stop but now its not like there is anyone searching. Most of this just happening automatically.