In the Midst of Morning Meditation...

In the Midst of Morning Meditation...

The thought arose this morning, 'What if this is all there is? This one finite life. How would that affect my reality?'

To write, to create
to learn, to investigate
for no one
no glory
no reward
no acknowledgment
no pay cheque
no legacy
no karma
no future
no heaven
no expansion
no enlightenment.

To be, to be
is it possible?

No egoic reactivity
no doing to achieve
anything?

To live fully
in a finite reality.

Isn't that what this is?

Everything is an idea
a perception
a belief
a fear
a hope
an illusion
a dream
from which we either
hope to awaken
or never think about.

What do I know for certain?
Nothing.

Every direct experience
every vision
every voice
every moment of clarity...

What am I really
seeing through
seeing into
seeing?

What level of falseness
what level of illusion
whether preferred
or resisted
am I seeing into
in this moment?

Responsibility
responsibility says
mind says
thought says
these questions
should be shared
should never be shared
others need to know
others couldn't handle it.

Everything is
everything is not.

Does it matter?

Is there a difference
between achieving
success in life,
work, goals
and in achieving
enlightenment?

All the awake ones
die
vanish from
this plane of existence
this reality
this time-space
illusion.

There is no
proof
that anything
is real.

Yet, here I am
or appear to be.

Dog licking paws
lover meditating
fountain bubbling
traffic humming
hand holding pen
reality
illusion
dream
finite
body...
finite
existence.

And my mind asks,
What do we do
now?

Do?