On Being Aware


An impression of inference, to know reality without ideas to decipher it, predictions in the forecast, “everyone will die”. Death cannot hold the present, futures are abstract, inescapable noise manufactures the vicious circle. Vague nebulous symbols produce the nectars of our insatiable desires, the by-products of our existence create an atmospheric haze, shadowing the real. Exploited and stripped for parts, things bleed from the stream of our nervous strain. Fantastic is the sound of silence, deafening the thoughts that dance around the center. To discover peace in knowing, without measure, without circumference or boundary to identify it by. All experience and wisdom dissolves in the light of non-action, to be contained by nothing, but beheld by everything.

-Josh Fleming

Most words inspired and rearranged from The Wisdom Of Insecurity, by Alan W. Watts


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s