When we go for a walk, what is more real: the experience of the walk or what is being said by our mind?
Why are we walking looking down at our feet paying more attention to the stream of our thoughts than the colour of the sky?
Why is so much attention being wasted listening to random words inside our heads?
What would it feel like to just stop and look?
To really look at the sky
To really look at the birds
To really look at the flowers
To really look at people
Without having a thought standing in between us and what we are looking at.
What is REAL?
Awaken
K. Wilson