It is morning, woke into all the same terror, center of it moving around, abdomen, belly, chest, laying still so as to be with it, “trying” to not resist, run, fight, not add energy to it… Mind attention tries to get away into thoughts, falls back into the terror, there is nothing solid left to hang thoughts onto… As if the infrastructure thoughts used to organize themselves around has crumbled into dust, identity still struggling to stay intact, survive… Only bits and pieces left, tumbling up out of nothing, and then fading away…
Seeing (awareness) knows itself, “sees” that it sees, sees its own seeing, without any need of another. This seeing is not of the eyes.
Metaphor, we must “move” with words such as these, allow them to carry us past (or) to words, and then “further,” past and prior to thought, emotion, memory, imagination.
In such a movement we may begin to discover what is real that we also are, here and now, source and destination