“Enough is enough, you guys screwed it up, we need to take our planet back.”
When, if ever, will it be the time which one has been waiting for? Today, you buy some food to serve as a placeholder until you can buy the type of food that you know that you should be eating. “This will do for now; I gotta run. No time.” Tomorrow. The next day, the day after that; a month; two, three; six months; a year. Still running, still accumulating placeholders. Not just for yourself, but for your children as well, for them and the life around you and them and everyone. Things to tide all the runners over until something better or an ultimate goal comes along, because you must rush, and run, and do this and do that; hurry hurry. But all the while that you are searching for better and ultimate, the quality of the body, the mind, the relationship, degrades like a flame consuming the wick of a candle as it burns. One’s life and the life of those which you brought up around you have been substituted with placeholders, and now there is no returning. The past actions have come, commenced, and gone, but the result remains here in the present. You couldn’t listen to the environment around you because you were moving too fast, and coaxing others to move fast right along with you. Not just within one’s family, but outside as well. When will it be the time to listen? “Where does the time go?” The answer may lie in one’s own pace, for if you move too fast to be bothered to notice things, then one is sure not to notice the passing of time. Only when you must hurry to be somewhere or do something, does time matter, and in such a case, one’s whole day is like that. Finish this so I can move on to that. Clock clock clock. “What time is it?… Oh, I gotta hurry!”. Quick, now run again after the first running, so that you can go run again, and again, and again. “I can only have fun for a few minutes because I have to go run some more.” “This weekend I need to go all out, because next week I must run; quick quick, let’s go!” Run in your head. Run here, run there; run everywhere.
Slow down. Not later; now. Later is later and has not come yet; now is now. Once you wait for later, the effects of your past “now” have already arrived, and your “later” from before is brimming only with regret. You want the past back so you can do it over…. The birth of suffering. Longing for the future and living in the past; your now goes by unnoticed for the sake of illusions.
All there is is now…
You can read my words and like or dislike what you read, but in the end it is only your own self that is swayed this way or that. These are just words on a screen. Sure, they serve a purpose, yet they have no purpose. A finger that points at the moon is only a finger, it is not the moon. It serves a purpose to direct the searcher toward the moon’s location in the night sky, but when the searcher finds the moon, the finger is no longer necessary. Forget it; chop it off! Forget words; put them down. Forget my words, they only get in the way.
Do not take my words on faith, otherwise one falls into the trap of delusional knowing. To know, a thing must be seen for one’s self. But if one is to know anything, it should be the knowing of non-knowing. To know non-knowing, you must answer a question: who is it that knows anything?
The sun inquired of the moon: “why is it that you shine?”
The moon replied, “Because of the night.”
The moon inquired of the sun: “Why is it that you shine?”
The sun replied, “Because you have eyes.”