The River of Wakefulness

I often go camping by a river, the river isn’t really trying to get somewhere, it’s just there flowing, being river like. Awareness is like that river, flowing along quietly (or sometimes noisily), being itself whether there’s anyone there or not.

Sometimes I stand in the river and it feels like I’m wearing it. But the river doesn’t pay any attention to the idea of me.

I used to think the river was trying to get somewhere, struggling to reach the ocean. Then I saw that it was me who was struggling. The river is an unbroken whole, from little stream to big river, to ocean, to vapor in the sky, to rainfall or snow pack in the mountains, to little stream…

The river isn’t seeking a goal; it’s perfect as it is.

True nature is thought free wakefulness.