Is everyone whose eyes are open awake?
Days come, and habit calls to habit.
You think you are living; life is living you.
How much of the life you live
did you truly choose?
Your name, your profession, your title were taught to you.
If you forgot everything you were taught,
who would be left?
Are you the voice that speaks in your mind,
or the one who hears it?
Fear decides, approval demands, habit repeats.
The chain is invisible, because it is woven by your own hand.
Is thinking that you are free
proof that you are free?
One day a restlessness falls into you.
Knowing that you do not know is the first step of awakening.
Awakening does not come with knowledge.
It comes with attention.
How can someone
who does not know they are asleep wake up?
Is it what we see,
or what we are used to seeing?
Is what you see the truth,
or your interpretation of the truth?
Why do two people looking at the same event
see different things?
Is the veil before your eyes,
or within your gaze?
When you name something,
do you truly come to know it?
What lies beyond the one who thinks?
If you notice your thoughts,
are you nothing more than your thoughts?
When you take away everything
you use to define yourself,
what remains?
Is it possible to become aware
of the one who is aware?
You have questioned everything you see.
But have you ever questioned the one who sees?
From knowing to being.
If what you know finds no answer in your life,
do you truly know it?
Which story you tell yourself
do you no longer want to believe?
How responsible are you for what you see
yet do not change?
The seeker changed by the seeking.
Is accepting what you cannot change
a defeat?
While trying to control everything,
what are you losing?
When you are busy with nothing,
can you stay with yourself?
Does knowing that something is passing
lessen its worth?
First, man wanted to know the world.
Then himself, the one looking at the world.
He questioned what he saw.
He doubted what he knew.
He watched his thoughts.
He came to know his feelings.
He saw that so much he thought his own
had existed before him.
One day, in the midst of all this seeking, he stopped.
And for the first time he asked another question:
Who is it that is aware of all this?
He turned to answer.
But this time he noticed
that the answer, too, was a thought.
And he fell silent.
mim