When the still ocean meets the wind,
The waves and droplets form,
And they drop
Right back to the ocean
Where went the waves and droplets?
Were they waves and droplets first?
Or they were just water
But in the form of waves and droplets?
When thoughts arise, a thinker is form
When feelings arise, a feeler is form
When knowing arise, a knower is form
But when they fade off, where do they all go to?
There is no owner in the body.
No thinker behind the thoughts.
No feeler within the feelings.
No knower apart from knowing.
And yet
Experience continues.
Thoughts still arise.
Feelings still move.
Seeing still happens.
Knowing still happens.
If there is no fixed “I” to be found,
what is it that remains?
Let's just let it in bare
Without any idea.
Or a need to be named.
What is already here
Before calling anything “me”?
Is there a center?
Or is there simply
a field of experience,
appearing and disappearing
on its own?
Sit quietly.
Nothing needs to be removed.
Nothing needs to be added.
Without reaching for an “I”,
what is lacking?
Reflection
When the next experience unfolds —
a sound, a thought, a feeling —
pause, just for a moment.
Not to analyse.
Not to follow the story.
Just let it be,
and notice:
Does anything need to hold it?
When a thought appears,
is there someone producing it?
When a feeling moves,
is there someone inside it?
Or does it simply arise,
known,
and pass?
Let attention rest,
without searching for a center.
Just this —
happening.
Without naming,
without claiming,
without grasping,
sit with that.
Not to arrive at an answer,
or to sleep at it,
but to see
what has never been absent.
BodhiOcean
We are not here to accumulate ideas.
We are here to loosen what is unnecessary.
The ocean is already vast.
We are only learning not to cling to the shore.