Something i read on the internet that just blew me away…
What I am is always changing, so who is “I”? This body is not the body that came out of my mother’s womb. This body is not the body I had yesterday. I am conscious, but this is not my consciousness. This consciousness is never the same. I am as awake when writing these words, as I am when I am asleep and dreaming. These thoughts and feelings are not permanent and therefore never manifested. These thoughts and feelings are the fabrication of mind. I am not my mind, mind is not mine, mind is formless, it is the fabric of reality. You and I are not separate. Everything is the result of everything else. You are not an independent entity. You are a part of the whole and the whole is you and is also a part of you. I will become you and you will become me through the transmission of these words. It is not you that I become and it is not me that you become.
There is nothing permanent, but to say this is to hold a view. Change is the only guarantee in life, but this too is to hold a view. I have no fixed identity, but to say there is no self is also to hold a view. If I were to hold on to a view I would be instantly deluded. To passionately attach to something causes suffering. To attach to something is to neglect other things. To attach to something is to be doomed to the wheel of Samsara. I prefer to grasp and let go at the same time. Therefore I cannot declare that there is no self, but I do not say there is a self. “Self” is just a word, a concept. “Self” does not correctly describe your “true nature”. Your “true nature” is the same as all things. You and all things are formless, therefore you and all things have never actually been. There really is no “true nature” so do not go looking for it, it is not something you possess. Your “True nature” is formlessness, but it is not formlessness.
Do not fear death, because “you” were never born. “Birth” and “death” are also just words. What you are is a series of inter-related processes of momentary events. What makes you has always been here. The middle path serves as my refuge. I see and do not see all at once. At times I feel translucent. The “colors”, “shapes”, “noises”, “beings”, everything runs through me. They become me and I become them. Yet, it is not me that they become and it is not them that I become. My “state of mind” is the result of my environment. My environment is the result of my “state of mind”.