left alone with our thoughts the monkey mind takes over. focusing on this and that, it hops around like a bee from flower to flower, in a series of random motions and endless flight. it reminds us to check on things, our phones or the news, obsessive behavior that we do out of boredom or for feeling the human connections we all desire to feel. shutting your eyes, left in a quiet spot, the mind does not settle but it gives you enough time to watch it.

to be cognitive of the self, of the person reading these words, is another layer to it all. the part of you that looks at their phone during socially awkward moments, the person who keeps secrets or harbors thoughts not told to anyone, who is that? are we simply sentient beings acting out of need, or out of convenience. is the answer to it all this-we are here so we may as well consume, we may as well collect, we may as well do as they are all doing. get a job, a house, a bank account. there is not really other choices other then being some lunatic who sits under the tree babbling to himself for he knows better. but does he? we know there is probably more out there, but have a hard time to get there, to name it.

life has moments. moments so delicate in their beauty that your almost scared to breathe in case you alter them some way…..wait for them.

ranata suzuki

when one meditates, one mandate is to locate the monkey mind, the thoughts it produced, and watch it as it goes away where it came from. how it disappears once you see it, like the breath, in and out. much is the same with our time, coming and going, our goals, our friends, like the seasons, in and out of conscious, in and out of our lives. everything you now see, now feel, will go the way of the dinosaurs, and into the future a whole army of bots, bells and whistles await. waves of moments awaiting us to fall into them, then out. our lives like a bridge on an ever flowing river, but a bridge that will eventually fall into that very river and also vanish.