An idle thought
I am an idle man, as many in our eighties are wont to be, who writes out his daily contemplations. Writing helps to keep my idle mind busy. But being busy is not the end. The purpose of my writing is to reveal my reality, not in words but in awareness of my inner nature. I find that to write in idleness is to be aware of one’s true self, that nature within that is eternal; for to write from within is to touch the eternal, that inner fountainhead of awareness that is consciousness in existence. This is I AM. My written contemplations are I AM expressing thoughts of separation—for words separate, while silent knowing unifies. To sit in the still dark silence within is to unify with all. From such idleness as this, one awakens into the presence of consciousness that is I AM. I trust that one day my idleness will lead to my truly knowing that which I AM.