When I gather impressions, they feel solid at first but quickly turn into sensations that aren’t mine. I may ask myself who is collecting these experiences and what is actually being collected.

Now, I find feelings, but they continuously transform into new ones. I wonder if there is a core to this cycle of sensations.

I can call out every single thing, questioning if it represents something real or merely creates an illusion of stability. Each view seems to generate its own observer, but when I seek either, they disappear.

I meet the challenge of tracing all these connections between moments. Perhaps this pursuit itself is what causes my confusion and doubt.

Do these habits and familiar patterns truly belong to me, or are they simply running through my mind?

All sadness is based on regret. All anger is based on expectations. All hope is based on incompletion. All pride is based on fear of loss.

Everything that happens will happen today, and nothing has changed, but nothing’s the same.

When I focus on something, I ask what brings attention to it and what is being illuminated. Why do I have high ambitions but no goals?

Am I compiling experiences like building blocks, or are they waves returning to the sea? Each moment accepts all others. And nothing is retained.

I notice that everything relies on something else to exist, yet nothing is discoverable when sought. Attempting to grab what appears creates more distance.

These piles of memory mean nothing alone, yet they work seamlessly. Each thing shifts into the next with no collector seen and no collection happening.

I guess it’s just what I must do…

I see what invites this entire experience when nothing exists as it seems. Even my questions blend into the inquiry, leaving no trace behind. Is there even skillful desire in skillful caution?

Indeed, everyone experiences moments like this, when what seemed solid and known suddenly isn’t, and what appeared hollow and vague isn’t that way either. Everyone occasionally catches a glimpse of how unknowable everything truly is, and everyone deserves guidance through that gentle darkness.

You are always welcome.