beyond the bones

We can turn our attention outward, to "nature" and to the co-created human society of bombs and money and celebrations and chat-fests, and we can turn our attention inward. By inward I certainly do not mean focusing awareness on the organs or the bones, though that can be a worthy endeavor. I mean the vast inner stillness and openness without bound. In essence (essentiality: what is absolutely required and at the "bottom" of it all), we become aware of awareness itself. And when the "we" that is becoming aware of awareness disappears, only Awareness remains. I capitalize it to point out, to emphasize that It is one without a second. It is the Ground which is the Sky. And why should I bother telling "you" of this? Or writing these words except so "I" can see It more clearly and appreciate Its openness and power -- the powers of creation? And when the I (eye) that is looking and the It that is looked at merge, only Silence exists with deep cello notes of Melancholy accompanied by vibrato of Laughter in the deepness of the Deep of the Living Belly and an explosive outdawning of Joy. When "we" turn "our" attention "inward."