When I have free time, that is without a project or doing, all is well. However when I have chores or tasks I want to rush to get to free time. Really all time is free it is what I choose to do with it and that seems to 'take up time or pass time away' and time can be psychological as when time goes by quickly when engaged in a fascinating absorbing interest yet the horological time is constant and belies the psychological experience of time.
Yet there is an urgency to rush the chore to get to this free time, actually a space of doing nothing and yet there is a sense that there is better than here and I am searching for something that is not time consuming, psychological, intellectual, physical or any other state, I am searching for who I am without the doing, I am searching for my being, I want to arrive in inner peace where there is a seemingly absence of time, time stands still and there is just an easy awareness and the things of the world, the occupations and consumption's mean absolutely of no interest and I am peace and this I feel is who I am.
There actually is no definition to who I am, I am what I am, and that is the background, the field of everything that is and was and will be, this is the canvas in which the Universe is written and painted on, and as to the author, artist and creator, well that remains a mystery and yet this beingness has a hint of the feel of it.
SHACK
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