What do you hear?
When you stop speaking, and start listening - what do you hear?
When there are no voices and only sounds - what do you hear?
When even the sounds fade away.
When the mind begins to wonder.
When the thoughts take over.
Tell me, what is it that you hear?
Do you hear your worries and concerns - let them go.
Do you hear your hopes and ambitions - let them go.
Do you hear 'him'. Or 'her'. Or 'them'. Let them go.
Now tell me once more, what is it that you hear?
What do you see?
When you stop projecting, and start accepting - what do you see?
When there is no site, only a scene - what do you see?
When even the scene starts to blur.
When you close your eyes.
When you let a new vision rise.
Tell me, what is it that you see?
Do see your past, your history - look again.
Do you see your future, your plan - look again.
Do you see ugly. Or beauty. Or both. Look again.
Now tell me once more, what is it that you see?
What do you smell?
When you take a moment, to take a whiff - what do you smell?
When you let your nose guide you, and note the air around you- what do you smell?
When the scents take over.
When you exhale completely.
When you inhale deeply.
Tell me, what is it that you smell?
Do you smell a stink, a stench - exhale, inhale.
Do you smell a pleasantry, a memory - exhale, inhale.
Do you smell 'that'. Or 'there'. Or 'it'. Exhale. Inhale.
Now tell me once more, what is it that you smell?
What do you taste?
When you don't cringe at the thought, and give it a chance - what do you taste?
When you let go your habits, and explore your palate - what do you taste?
When the flavours come out.
When they become something new.
When you forget what was true.
Tell me, what is it that you taste?
Do you taste something bitter, something yuck - savour it.
Do you taste something sweet, a treat - savour it.
Do you taste the world. Or home. Or love. Savour it.
Now tell me once more, what is it that you taste?
What do you feel?
When you draw attention, to the hand of God - what do you feel?
When you don't touch, but let yourself be touched - what do you feel?
When there is no other touch.
When there are no lips to meet.
When the tear rolls down your cheek.
Tell me, what is it that you feel?
Do you feel something sharp, a pain - let it be.
Do you feel a softness, a joy - let it be.
Do you feel your heart. Your mind. Your soul. Let them be.
Now tell me once more, what is it that you feel?
Who are you?
When there is no when.
No moving parts.
No 'was' nor 'will'.
No sense, but one.
Now tell me once more, who are you?
"The present offers itself to our touch for only an instant of time and then eludes the senses."
- Plutarch