The other day I came to these hands a tiny camera, very light, so fascinated I went to pick up a ride in the form of film. He was in the car with a friend up through the winding streets of Valparaiso, capturing the end what had long wanted: some beautiful buildings that originally would clean, neat and now have the stain of time, erosion, smog, earthquakes , fires, being soiled, skated and outdated. An interesting mix of styles that belie the varied economic means were built with the imprint of an era. And the location in an even more interesting and beautiful hills which hatch ways in which we climb, quite steep at times, with the magnificent presence of the Pacific to look back.
From behind my ears, from behind my eyes, back of my mind I see everything and it appears like there are things and actions. There is also the appearance of things and I choose to think thoughts ... as if with a camera filming the future, what we call life. Silent cameraman does not interfere with the captured, but it goes by looking ... as a flashlight that focuses things, one by one, in a dark room.
Trying to see how my new toy, I noticed that every time I pressed the record button image linearity began that ended when a traffic jam in inviting me to stop vehicles recording. So inevitably I was getting small films. Open the shutter, the shutter closes, and there, trapped, a little history, as seen in this period. I figured I should do a later edition to build a movie with some continuity and connection, eliminating the undesirable.
There are moments in which the perceptions are on the side ... out, disappeared, as have closed the shutter of the camera, but no one thinks about it ... so whether you see it then I gather as world or to display an absolute vacuum of shapes, colors and lights ... even vacuum darkness ... (empty = no) ... look see something or not ... it is clear that there is nothing and no one who sees something ... just see ... a view that I hold as Himself. A see through the blind is also true, because this view is beyond the senses. One is to know and see that is beyond question, mostly because there are no thoughts about the question (not sure about) ... maybe no thought, perhaps impersonal thoughts, but the possibility of View is always there. The torch is there, on or not.
The View that holds all seen ... besides there are apparently existing things or feelings, but the only life that is ... this View
Watch and listen ... listen to the light, hear the way I hear the idea.
Listen and feel .... I feel the light, I feel the presence and absence.
The common denominator is the self and perception, be it the look, feel, hear, know ... self and Consciousness, the permanence of the eternal, timeless unborn. The Self beyond the (presumed) authority, body or personality built. Even beyond the sensation itself, because until the sensations are impermanent.
function operates as a conscientious mind in motion that will delineate shapes, space, time, which gives meaning to the existence of the person, like a video editing program, which are discarded some incomprehensible events or perceptions that do not fit the whole story with which "wants to give 'an identity. Is a selection of what is understood, of what is acceptable and which are related to identity, the person. This sleep pattern of personal life, with the main actor projected to be faithful to the argument that, at best, be edited from moment to moment.
There is a constant impermanence ... and this "constant" is permanent. Impermanence is permanent. The constant refers to what can not be absent: the base, the essence, also named as the source or origin, meaning that water is not separated from the source, but the jet is a continuity without fragmentation. And the source is not something that can loosen or separate perception. The source says the feelings, says it seen, heard, the known existence.
The structure of identity, as a centralization of consciousness through which filters the View is composed of a body and idiosyncrasies. Does the spider say that I weave mesh is mine?
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Magnificent becoming (coming into being), the inscrutable plot, in which the mind is not claim more than the cramped, structuring it as saying it's mine. What a beautiful love that unfolds itself in and as a person, catching small glimpses of the vastness of being in motion Consciousness of Being ... in the Total Happiness spilling everywhere.
Maria Luisa
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