It's All About About
Let's revisit our magical friend, The Wizard of Of, that clever illusionist who persuasively leads us into the grand illusion of separation.
Well, the sorcerer has an equally cunning accomplice: the preposition about.
Try this experiment: bring your attention to the very place where thoughts arise. Not to the thoughts themselves, but to their birthplace—that pristine space of awareness before any mental content appears.
Hold your focus there and simply watch. Notice how thoughts begin to materialize. But more importantly, observe how quickly awareness gets swept away by thoughts about something. About that conversation yesterday. About tomorrow's meeting. About what someone might think. About your body's complaints. About, about, about.
The something doesn't matter. What matters is that there are thoughts about something. That's where we become so attached, so attracted, so completely enamored. By the about.
Without the about, thoughts would emerge as pure love, pure oneness, pure joy, pure peace—undivided expressions of wholeness rather than fractured commentaries on separation.
But the moment we think about anything, we've stepped into the wizard's domain of division. We've created a thinker separate from what's being thought about. The objectless awareness that simply is gets obscured by the endless mental chatter about this and that.
The pathway back to the limitless mind of luxurious peace? Catching ourselves having gotten lost in the about and then gently returning to the non-judgmental, about-less realm of spacious awareness.
Join me in Thursday's class where we'll explore practices for transcending the about and discover the profound peace of pure awareness. I look forward to seeing you then.