Voice

Voice:

it’s not so much the presence of a self that’s my concern, it seems pretty evident to me that there is something of value in the appearance of the ego, that it’s a navigation force to guide me through certain aspects of the world. That the self has no inherent reality of its own is a realization that keeps it’s role in check and I am less inclined to give attention to the every demand and need that ego often calls for, there’s greater joy and a sense of freedom with the reduction of its role. The debate of no-self vs. its presence holds little interest to me, as my own self seems fairly organic in it’s appearance, a naturally occurring phenomenon of various reasons to exist. What I find it that there’s a diminished referral to it’s presence, less need for its voice to be central in command.

there’s a quiet voice that guides me now.

there’s even some hesitation to call it a voice, that I’m just offering another label to the ineffable force that guides me. More truly I should simply say it’s life, that everything is spontaneously and naturally occurring as the flow of life and all its functions. What’s found isn’t the absence of a self, but completely seeing that there is no doer here at all — what’s absent is anything that calls orders as to how this life should now appear, that there’s no separate self in charge of how my life unfolds. There’s only life itself, free flowing…