The ideal resides in thought alone.
Experience outside of thought reveals more.
More than can really be chewed in one mouthful.
Thought appears complete: a packet of words or an image. Finished. Polished.
Experience flows, nuanced, easing into awareness, fading out and back, shifting, splashing, changing colors, unfinished, undone.
Thoughts seem recorded, as if they are played back from somewhere,
preformed before we can hear them.
The same words repeat, dozens of times in a day.
The same images return again and again.
Experience is fluid, dynamic, roiling, continuing.
Thought channels the past heard and the past seen;
or the past is imagined into the future, big and bright, as if it were real.
Experience embraces all the senses, right here in this moment.
Thoughts often seem more real than experience.
This misperception holds the “me” thought as the centerpiece of life,
a life of dissonance and dissatisfaction.
We love the ideal – it seems so tidy, so clean.
The faux looks better than it is, it seems so more valuable … for a while.
But hardly as real.
The “I” exists in thought, as mere thought.
Experience encompasses whatever happens.
Awakening happens in experience.
Awakening refers to the dispossession of the ideal – thought – from the center of life.
Life is allowed to be at the center.
Thought shifts to the periphery; the ideal no longer superimposed on what happens.
And life, in all its messy richness, suddenly becomes a lot simpler.