Here are some ways in which people unconsciously try to emphasize their form-identity. If you are alert enough, you may be able to detect some unconscious patterns within yourself: demanding recognition for something you did and getting angry or upset if you don't get it; trying to get attention by talking about your problems, the story of your illnesses, or making a scene; giving your opinion when nobody has asked for it and it makes no difference to the situation; being more concerned with how the other person sees you than with the other person, which is to say, using other people for egoic reflection or as ego enhancers; trying to make an impression on others through possessions, knowledge, good looks, status, physical strength, and so on; bringing about temporary ego inflation through angry reaction against something or someone; taking things personally, feeling offended; making yourself right and others wrong through futile mental or verbal complaining; wanting to be seen, or to appear important. Once you have detected such a pattern within yourself, I suggest you conduct an experiment. Find out what it feels like and what happens if you let go of that pattern. Just drop it and see what happens. De-emphasizing who you are on the level of form is another way of generating consciousness. Discover the enormous power that flows through you into the world when you stop emphasizing your form identity."
Don't be afraid to suffer—
take your heaviness
and give it back to the earth's own weight;
the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy
Time is endless but our minds thrive off of compartmentalizing.
So we reduce time to specific fragments and assign rules to them,
but we quickly comprehend that doing so won’t award something the sense it’s lacking.
How impatient we can be.
Change— we have all acknowledged its transformation in some way,
and since we may subconsciously enjoy the shadows it ordinarily exposes, we expect for Change to transform others as well.
If Change has not modified someone else’s life, we tend to panic for them.
We are so quick to judge, no matter the circumstance.
Sometimes we will even attempt to embody Change itself, to mold people and situations to our benefit.
Self-indulgent behavior, everywhere.
I look outside my window and see raindrops. These forms, too, have changed. They will appear to be stagnant, for some time, full-figured against the glass, but soon enough Change will arrive, riding a warm breeze or beaming with the searing sun, and everything will shift.
Nothing is permanent.
I still wonder how two people can be together their whole lives, while embracing, at the same time, that nothing is permanent. Maybe that is trust and faith symbolized together.
Maybe I’ll never experience that.
How will I know if things are real or if I’m just masking something that hurts? How do we know that any of this is the truth?
All I am aware of is that when I allow someone to touch me, I feel real.
Sometimes this is hard to express.
Sometimes this is hard to express (2019) by Violette Guevara