witness splinken last night i was sitting outside the shitty bookstore, and this group of high-schoolish boys wandered out. they did a little arc in front of the store, just ambling, not really going anywhere. they stopped in front of the window and looked in at the girl who was selling said bookstore's shitty coffee. "we used to hang out before i got saved." "oh yeah? she parties?" "not so much anymore, i don't think. she quit drinking. but, you know, she isn't saved." meaningful murmurs, grave and concerned. one kid broke off from the group and sidled up to me. "you waiting on someone?" "yeah, a friend. he's inside." i take a drag off of my cigarette and try, for once, not to make my belligerant face. "oh, okay. you doing allright?" "yes." 001022 ... Ouroboros It's all there is. Witnessing IS participation Witnessing is meditation Witnessing all that arises 081125 ... Ouroboros It's all there is. Witnessing IS participation Witnessing is meditation Witnessing all that arises 081125 ... Soma It’s strange to me because when I’m depressed, all i want to do is witness things and it puts me at ease. To just observe. But then sometimes i remember that a photograph always includes the photographer, even if they aren’t visible in the photo, and i feel less certain that I’m actually just a witness. 210415 ... daf To witness is to enter our own sacred temple. 210417 ... daf If we don't understand that our duty here is to witness the natural world in all of its glory and ugliness..and appreciate what we are witnessing.. If we don't understand that our great need in this world..to be witnessed, to matter, to be seen and recognized, is a direct product of us BEING part of that natural world.. If we don't understand these things..we are lost. It's when we realize that we are ALWAYS seen, and ALWAYS recognized..that we can find ourselves again. And then the world's a playground, a hunger games or a nursing ward..take your pick. What's your inclination? 210510 what's it to you? who go blather from