Simple

Its simple, so simple, to simple for thoughts. There is no ‘me’. There is no ‘I’ in the middle of everything. All there is, is nothing and everything. There isn’t a position of a someone in which life is happening to. There can be this imaginary  ‘I’. Which lives in time and space and is on a journey in that time and space – finding things, getting things, losing things, trying to make sure they are never lost again, rejecting things… and so on … but this only happens in imagination and that imagination seems to come with an energetic expression that gives the appearance that the limit of this imagined ‘I’ is at the edge of the body.

Then there is “THIS”, No-thing and every-thing. Stillness and movement. Form and the formless. This. Where everything seems to happen. What a joke.

Det er enkelt så enkelt at tanken ikke kan begribe det, det er for selvsagt. det er for naturlig for ukomplisert det er det som er før det ble. Der er ingen meg, der er ingen Jeg i midten av alt, der finnes ingen kjerne. Det som er der er alt og ingenting, der er ingen som livet skjer med det er bare en illusjon og det er den kosmiske spøken.