Who would I be then?
When the bird is hungry, the food appears
When the tree needs water, it rains
But this is not said by the bird or the tree or the rain
The human mind must spilt up that which cannot be divided to create storylines of separate forms
Yet there is no division possible
Forms cannot and do not exist
Only wholeness exists which contains the ability to imagine forms and their storylines
If I did not translate life in terms of parts, what would I see ?
I would no longer be a body or a form
Who would I be then?
When the bird is hungry, the food appears
When the tree needs water, it rains
But this is not said by the bird or the tree or the rain
The human mind must spilt up that which cannot be divided to create storylines of separate forms
Yet there is no division possible
Forms cannot and do not exist
Only wholeness exists which contains the ability to imagine forms and their storylines
If I did not translate life in terms of parts, what would I see ?
I would no longer be a body or a form
Who would I be then?