Without time, no thoughts
Without thoughts, no time
Without time, no thoughts
Without thoughts, no personality
Without thoughts: freedom
what a gift
To You …

This morning, when the cat crawled at my feet, something came to me, gently. The cat purred, stroke me, saw a fly and miaowed. The thought came: a cat doesn’t know time. And an insight unfolded in me from my head to my toes: time is thought and thought is time.

Without time, no thoughts. Without thoughts, no time.

The past is a bunch of memories, stored in the brain. The future is a bunch of thoughts originated from the past. Even NOW is always a story of the past.

Without time, no thoughts. Without thoughts, no personality.

To realize that deeply for yourself is freedom.

That doesn’t mean that you stop thinking. It means that you can see the thoughts for what they are: ripples at the surface of the depth that you are. Then you know you beyond all thoughts about you.

What a gift
To You …