Thoughts Arise

I am the darkness that was there before the light, I am the nothingness you spurn by day, yet yearn by night. You and I are inseparable; not two, For reality is singular; this you already know to be true. We may seem like opposites to the mind, But are simply facets of That which it seeks and cannot find. Next time you wake up and witness the stirring of life, Notice from where the body and mind arise. In that serene moment before all the trouble begins, Are you not identical to the void, that no-thing? Remember, what you have feared was never the dark, But what may appear within it, to rend you apart.   Photo from labroots.com  

There’s a knock at the door. You open it to find an oddly shaped, red object. You pick it up in curiosity. There’s a card next to it that you could have sworn wasn’t there a moment ago. It says, “This is yours”. You bring the object into the house and are contemplating it when there is another knock. A green one! “Yours truly,” says the card with this one. The odd looking shapes keep arriving. You begin to stack them around the house. Red ones titled “Opinions” in the master bedroom, green ones titled “Fantasies” in the lounge, blue ones titled “Memories” in the backyard, and those confusing multicolored ones called "Emotions" down in the basement. At some point you’re a bit fed up with all the knocking. The next object that arrives is promptly kicked out. The card attached to it swings open as it flies away, “Not mine!” How can all these things be yours if they are coming from a source unknown? Who is delivering them anyway? Poof! Your body has disappeared. “Ah, this must be

Trace chemicals linger in the air. The wind blows them towards delicate sensors. A receptor fires off, then more in rapid succession. A chain reaction begins. Electrical charges relay the signal from one node to the next, activating them at an incredible rate. It is like a flash of lightning in the darkness of night, illuminating one intricate path among the myriad possibilities of the rest. Spacetime seems to shift. A child squats at the edge of a garden bed. The smell of freshly cut grass lingers in the air. The face of his grandmother smiles radiantly as she points at an earthworm wriggling in the soil. The reminiscence fades back into the present. An interaction of matter associated with electrical activity. A smell associated with a distant memory. The physical and the mental are inseparable. Asleep now, but brain activity spikes. He is a woman waiting in the backseat of a car. Feeling vulnerable, she locks the door. The scene outside the window begins to shift and she realises th