Witnessing the flow

Witnessing the flow

River is the name given

to the flow of water

I watch the flow of the river

I stand in the banks and witness the flow

Dried leaves float through

Withered flowers sail through

Dirt and debris glide through

Salt and minerals slide through

At times the river is slow and steady

At times it is forceful and angry

Other times it is happy and cheerful

Sometimes it is slow and sloppy

I stand at the banks and watch

I am not in the flow of the contents

I have no preference for the contents

I don’t judge the quality of the contents

I don’t anticipate particular things as the contents

I am aware of the contents with no choice

Life is a flow in time

Life is a flow of time

Mind is a flow of thoughts

Mind flows with thoughts

Thoughts that are disconnected

Thoughts that become emotions

Thoughts created by desires

Thoughts that are powered by fears

Anger, frustration and sorrow flows

Anxiety, insecurity and conflicts flows

They come without any notice

They just appear and I watch

In spite of everything

a general sense of insecurity,

a general sense of dissatisfaction,

a feeling of lack and loss,

that is the flow of the mind

Actions, results and more actions

Ideas, beliefs and so called traditions

A sense of lack, despair and sadness

A sense of pride, ego and memories

Everything flows

I am not in the flow

I can choose not to identify with the flow

I remind myself that I watch the flow

I guide myself that I am unattached to the flow

I reorient myself that I am untouched by the flow

I am the only ness in that space of awareness

That awareness is freedom

That freedom is love

That love is Ananda

That Ananda is God

That God is Atma

That Atma I am

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