The Truth of this Moment

  There is nothing truer than ‘This’–the present moment. ‘This’ is truth. Thought loves its fancy concepts. It loves its abstract notions of truth. It loves its complicated belief systems, and tales of how tomorrow will be better. But nothing is truer than the simple beingness in this moment. Quietness. Love. Breathing. Looking. Talking. Resting. Whatever is happening in this moment.

     Thought has been on a mad search to avoid ‘This.’ It sees this simple present moment as its death. And this moment is in fact its death. But what dies is a separate self that was always an illusion, from the very start. What is realized to be not true is a self that was largely concerned with itself, what it could gain, what return it could get on its spiritual investment. The self is in love with its search for more, for future. It has no interest in finding. That is all so self-centered and quite funny given that there is no self.

         There is only ‘This.’ Dog barking. Coffee cup on the table. Broken lamp. Space. Such deep space everywhere, emanating in all directions, within and without. Energy in the room felt to the core of beingness. Computer. Paper. Awareness. Pen. Thought arising. Feeling felt. Sound of car outside. Depth of silence. So deep, so very deep. Love. Here, now. Spirit itself. No story of self could ever go that deep. Stories are superficial. A bunch of sounds, making letters, making words, making sentences, and from all that thought believes it has made a story that it can call ‘me.’ That is a lie.

      Thought will never find anything more real than this moment. This moment is reality
itself. Thought will never find anything truer than this moment. This moment is truth. It is what is true. Look around. Everything is radiantly alive. How can thought--which is the abstract, which is memory and therefore dead and stale--create something truer than life itself in this moment? Thought can only dream about the truth. It can only conceptualize about the truth. It can only chase its fantasy of the truth. This moment is the real truth. It is life itself. You are that. Look around. You are living in the truth. Simple, isn’t it? What is it that you are searching for again? Have you ever really, really asked that question seriously? What is there to find when truth is right here before your eyes, when you are it? Perhaps you see there is no one there to answer. That is liberation.