I think of a flower which starts as a seed in the ground. This flower has one main thing in front of it which will make it into a blossom. Time.
Yet, one can argue that although we see only a seed, the flower has already blossomed. It is only our perception of time which acts upon the unfolding of the flower. It is all relative. We start off as the sperm and egg combines to form a person. But, one can argue that the Awareness is already there in all its presence. When I was a child I had moments of feeling like I was the adult version of myself looking in on me. I saw the spiral journey that was before me to get to the blossoming of myself.

But again only time was between us. We are told of the inner child…but what of the inner adult? That gulf or chasm may have been there but I believe that Awareness was at both ends of the spectrum already fully developed. So, then, what is this Awareness? It is me. It is us. It is non-duality. It is the Alpha and the Omega. All else is the dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies. Detachment from what is happening to me in the moment helps me to reside in Awareness. Even detachment from the ‘Watcher’. The seed, the blossom, the zygote, the adult. What we are in our essence is Aware during this process… eternally.

Thank you!!!

Thank you for this poetic insight. Lovely and profound.

Sweetwater,
Kenton

I’ve been reading your posts on CBT — very interesting stuff! I’m glad to hear that this article might clarify some things for some of your more philosophical readers! =)

Fondly,
Kenton

Nice post and nice blog. Albert the Urban Monk mentioned me to you, and I’m glad he did.

You know, it is funny, about a year ago I discovered a goofy little book that had as its only focus a practice the author called “awareness watching awareness.” He went to great lengths to convince the reader that it was the answer. He insisted that it was it, end of story. A bit obnoxious, definitely.

I bought into it at first, but then I faded away, doing other “practices” and things. But always, something inside kept insisting that, as obnoxious as that little book was, the author might be right in a sense. Every now and then, I would just focus on my awareness and “sit” with that, not doing anything , nor focusing on anything. My thoughts would come, I would be aware of the awareness paying attention to thought. And so on.

And as you so nicely pointed out, if we just pay attention to it, it blossoms all on its own. Indeed, it is far wiser than anything. It doesn’t need cultivating. It just needs a little attention.

Thanks again, I loved this post. Blessings.

Thanks for stopping by =) I appreciated the story you shared here.

I’m excited to explore your site as well. You seem to have a very well-rounded approach to Awakening — I appreciate writers who can come at it from different angles, allowing different people to discover methods that might help them along. It will be fun to look around!

Sweetwater,

Kenton

Very much so. These puzzles are just the questions, when if we look at the reason we’re asking them (instead of trying to find an answer), can lead us to some interesting places . . .

=)

Kenton

I went to a Yoga class on Sunday and the teacher talked about feeding into self created resistance. Then I read your post and everything clicked.

I am just fine. There is no need to to improve. It’s amazing how we build these internal walls that make us think we are becoming better people. We are beautiful if we let ourselves just be in the moment.

Thanks for the great thoughts!

Indeed! How often we work to create some improvement, and only later discover that the ‘improvement’ is really no better than where we were before. We only receive the temporary satisfaction born of contrast.

As you say, our beauty is right here.

Fondly,
Kenton

You have a lot of interesting stuff here Kenton, definately will take some time to look through your archive.

Thanks for this post, it was brilliant.

Blessings
Alex

Thanks for visiting — nice to know that we share an appreciation for Albert’s writing! Glad you’re finding something here =)

Sweetwater,

Kenton