Observing

Who looks outside dreams.

Who looks inside awakes.

(Carl Jung)

Observing with detachment and without judgement how everything unfolds in perfection.

Observing my own self, I observe the observer.

Observing the observer, I observe his feelings, emotions, beliefs, stories and dramas unfolding.

While observing my own self, I am in the here and now.

Observing in the here and now, I am detached, I do not absorb.

If I cease to observe in the here and now, I am attached to the observer, of what was or what might be.

Absorbing, I become the feelings, emotions, beliefs, stories and dramas of the observer.

I make them real, I become the observer I was observing.

They are not me.

They are my creation.

They are a story, my story.

They are not me.

Observing them, I detach from my own story and its drama.

They are not me, neither I am they.

Detached, observing without judgement, I find my own self.

I am that I am.

I cease to be what I believe I was and become what I am.

I am love.

I am light.

Observing, I see myself, from within.

Observing, I see without seeing.

Observing, I hear without hearing.

Observing, I am observing the observer.

Observe do not absorb.

Observe the drama unfold.

Be here and now.

I believe so, and so it is/

Yo lo Creo