Focus on Life™

The view,
so vivid and exciting,
full of life,
happiness and joy,
sometimes sorrow, often pain,
from limited knowledge and
ignorance,
glances still;

Stepping back,
enlarging the scope,
gaining new foothold,
spectating,
from a distance,
different angle;

Firmly pacing,
knowing,
from here I must walk,
these curtains must fall,
something must go;

Giving away,
the known,
to make space,
for the unknown,
letting go,
to fall,
the facade,
so dear and attached,
which does not hold,
it must go;

The one behind,
was an angle of mine,
based on defects,
that was all,
nothing really at all,
but it was all,
I knew.

Life evolves like an ascending spring. Viewed from the side, it
reveals its upward spiral while the top view reveals a cyclical
continuation. Both ends vanish into the horizon without any
end or beginning. They are points that are relative to and only
limited by the scale of the observer.

Where do our feelings and thoughts arise, appear, and vanish?
There must be something that is not in movement in order to
become aware of these states.

We experience time (i.e., past, present, and future) but how is
it possible that we can become aware of these if we are a part
of them (i.e., the observer would be part of the observation)?

Where is that continuous self-awareness (i.e., I am) that is
ever present?

How is it possible to do self-inquiries for ourself? That means
that the observer is observing himself or herself (e.g., an eye
trying to look at itself).

Why can we change but our awareness of ourselves stays?

We build our world from five external senses—what is it like with more senses?

We think we are. Where am I while sound asleep?

We are only our thoughts, but who thinks us?

I am either sound asleep (i.e., unconscious), dreaming, or awake. When am I?

Suffering or joy,
quest or rest,
happiness or agony,
together or alone,
now or then,
you or me,
here or there,
sun or moon,
sand or sea,
one plus one,
music or art,
history or novel,
writing or verbal,
all the same,
underneath,
different by appearance,
disguised for the most,
of their genuine nature,
pure and simple,
of a thought;

Nevertheless,
varies with persistence,
but follows the same,
pattern of,
coming,
sustaining,
and going;

Always afresh,
never the same,
appearance may stay,
but no thing is the same;

Deep thought,
shallow dream,
clear and sharp,
vague and soft,
fragile or strong,
short or long,
still the same,
real for the one,
illusion for the second,
relative for both,
ideas, all the same.

The world we know exists only in our mind. It is real for us,
but it is not to be found elsewhere. We are dependent on our
sensations coming from our five main doors (i.e., sight, hear-
ing, smell, taste, touch). The world for us is constructed ulti-
mately in our mind. For example, colors do not exist in the
physical world. All objects are colorless. Similarly, our eyes
work like lenses in a camera. They get a mere two-dimen-
sional picture as any other lens. It is our mind that puts all this
together and creates the world for us. This abstraction is a
three-dimensional spatial world where time is applied as well.
It is an illusion, like matter. There is no such thing as matter.
Studying a bit of physics, from Newton’s revelations to
Einstein and quantum mechanics, verifies these points.

In short, the great maya, illusion, is that the world we
know is only a thought, an idea—it is a picture with many
objects but, nevertheless, a picture—nothing more, nothing
less. No matter what you do, it is all within your mind—even
when external to your body, it’s still within your mind.

How do you know that you are dreaming while asleep?
You don’t. It is as real as anything for you—once again a mere
thought or an idea but sound proof that our mind is capable
of constructing a three-dimensional world even without
external sensations. Nevertheless pure pictures that are real
for us.

How can you wake up from the illusion while awake? You
cannot. No matter what you do, even when you realize the
truth, your mind still determines to draw the illusion for you.
It just does not have the same impact anymore. Living in a
world of ideas or created objects (i.e., pictures, thoughts) does
not put us in direct touch with the real existence. We are tied
to our sensations. Those are our only link to the existence.
Our mind constructs a derivative for us—its interpretation of
the sensations, which we then perceive and become aware of.
We only know these perceptions—nothing about the real
existence.