Work in Progress
The Narrator
The Labeler
The Actor
The Judge
The Noticing and Aware
The Feeler-of feelings
The Feeler-of physical pain
The Fantasizer
The Dude Who Finally Remembers
The Falsifier
The Distractor
The Negotiator
The Inspirer
The Analyzer
The Intellectual
The Welcoming
The Numb
The Tensor Contractor
The Expander Relaxer
The Seer
The Listener
The Smeller
The Feeler of the environment
The Feeler of the body
The Taster
The Confident
The Master of Identification with things
The Connector with others
The Dismissing
The Inquisitive
The Controller
The Smiler
The Hater
The Lover
The Grasper
The Let Goer
The Neutral
The Lord of Aversion
The Eager
The Ego
The Proud
The Breather
The Sick
The Healthy
The Now What
All tap into the truth
They are not the truth
The truth is not them
All express in the body
They are not the body
The body is not them
All are in me
They are not me
I am not them
Who are these beings?
What does it all mean?
Why does it all happen?
How does it all work?
Where does it all lead?
When does it all come together?
I don’t know
The Not Knower
I guess I’m just a work in progress
I wrote this poem at the end of a simple and profound meditative practice on the evening of 9 November 2021. It was a particularly open, welcoming, spacious experience in which all sensory stimuli, feelings, thoughts, and inner experiences were welcome and seen for what they are. I wish this upon every being in existence, past, present, and future, especially those in need of connection.