The Loop That Loops You

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Notice when the whole world is in your head. Notice the weight of that. The burden. When you’ve conceptualized where you are and what now is. And you’re living in that narrative. That story with those people. And their problems with you and your problems with them. And where all the relationships stand.

When you live there, you’re going to be on the run. You’re going to be in time. And that time is hurried, fast, not enough, one thing after another. It’s constricted, there’s no space there. No leg room. You’re sitting tight, moving fast, trying to catch up or afraid to be caught up with.

Notice all the people in your head. All the neighbors, all the family, all the society, all the teachers, from the street cleaner to that dude that just keeps showing up. Notice how they in exist in your head in the context of what day it is.

Oh, it’s the middle of the week, everybody’s going to work. And you somehow have to pay tribute to that – energetically. Oh, it’s the weekend, everybody’s hanging out with family. And you somehow have to take that in and what that means about you.

Just notice that whole scheme of things, that whole world, that whole dance, that loop that keeps on looping – and looping you with it. Notice how it is an overlay on the goodness that’s here – always here. The goodness in the leaf, the goodness of the feel of the sun shining, the goodness of the clear blue sky, the goodness of the breeze, the air. How it’s freely given, just here, just available.

The goodness of the plants dancing in the wind. The goodness of your back resting on the chair. The goodness of being given another day to live in this wonderful, mysterious existence. Without any requirements. Openly giving itself to you. Presenting itself to this. Being this. Ising this.

Notice how there’s no problems here. No one waiting on you here. Tapping their foot on the ground begrudgingly and impatiently. That monster is in the nightmare. That monster needs to be seen and felt through for what it is. Fear. Conditioned fear. With no basis. No real ground to stand on. Like a myth or a superstition.

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