I am never talking about tomorrow, yesterday or even today.

I am pointing only to the timeless now.

Here there is not the concept or anticipation of 'next'.

Only the full awareness of being and presence.

No intention, no investment here. None needed.

If there appear any plans, they are only sketches and all sketches are made in pencil.

Everything erasable, everything changeable, and yet one's being is neither fickle nor flimsy.

Here.

There is a strength, but also a lightness.
There is power, but also softness.

There is firmness, but also flexibility.
The being is like solid emptiness.

Immeasurable.
Weightless.

Yet more solid than a mountain. Lighter than space.
Full yet emptiness.
Sublime.

Just a very thin veil keeps that necessary sense of individuality functioning now.
Beautiful.

It need not be lost.
One's being simply become like space moving in space.

My words are not a promise, just a pointing.

Sometimes I may say the Self is like a feeling-less feeling.
Yet, in truth, it cannot be described at all.

The Being is without story. Just the subtlest vibration.
That vibration itself is presence.

That vibration and joy are one and the same.
That vibration and peace, same-same.

That vibration and contentment are, similarly, the same.

But paradoxically, there is witnessing to the vibration, to presence.

Who is there?

~ Mooji

Source:www.mooji.org