There is no “me”, but the story I tell myself. I grasp the story tightly to myself and do not recognize that the tale I’ve spun is entirely dependent on every other thing in the world.
I cannot point to anything else to define “me”. I can not point to my relationships. I can not point to anything that I have done in the past or some direction that I am headed in the future. It is all part of the story that I tell myself to create “me”.
I breathe in.
I pay attention to this moment. This moment that is not a place, something that is not solid. It is unfolding before me, being born and dying each moment. There is no me in the past. There is no me in the future. I have no life outside of the unfolding activity of this moment.
Through each moment, I flow like a body of water moving. There is only this moment as it unfolds.
I let go of this concept of a “me”, of a “myself”, of an “I” that stands separate from this world and environment. It drops away and I and all things are born and die together in the bloom of each moment.
WisconZen 
Thank you my friend, I am proud to be able to read the writing on your article!
This is very good. Thank you.
Keep it up dear friend
Your work is a blessing.
~ Eric
I’m going to resist semantic points of debate and just embrace the spirit. Thank you.
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POINT CIRCLE
Carry me on down the electric highway
To the windless plains of Troy
Where the forest of question marks grows
Among the sun of synoptic finality
And in the void of the dimensionless place
There to taste the perfume
Where the point circle flowers
Mass is infinite and light only is
Where the line of existence cuts the plane of now
Subsists the point of me
Line, plane and point exist without thickness
The circle of self has no diameter
This non-existent pointless point
Where movement is bound is where the pointers point
For all dimensions remain at rest
While endless vistas greet the I
Don’t forget love and beauty. To be in this present moment it is loving it. Fall in love with life.
Absolutely! I love love! 🙂
I know this is true ^ 😉
Great!
Thank you 🙂
Thank you for this. m.
Wow, excellent,
In Buddhas brain, neuroscience now says the famous “Who Am I ? Has no subject. Zen Buddhist knew that 2500 years ago. We are catching up.
Such a simplistic way of describing mindfulness. Thank you
Nicely written!
Thanks a million! 🙂
Wow.. just lovely writing.
Dee
Thank you so much 🙂
Beautiful prose and sentiment. It sounds like something written after a good meditation session. I hope to reach that sense of one-ness one day. I’m doing better with living in the moment.
I love the article. We are all connected and yet finding that sense of oneness in a world that clings to individuality can be a daily struggle. Thank you for letting go and for sharing this with all of us. Namaste
Great Post – Thank You. Trying to find truth in the moment is the true release. Worrying about past & future is only a constraint. I love your writing, your clarity and your truth. Again, thank you !
Excellent!
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I love this blog (and this blogger). This post reminds me that this is all a story and that I get to say how it all goes. In my life right now, I am genuinely following the path I have desired, and it is beset on all sides by things, events and circumstances that have been created to help me, aid me in journeying the direction of my dreams. However, it is only because I continue to keep all of it in mind that I continue to ‘flow’ toward what I desire. This post reminds me of the temporality of it, and my power in it all. Enjoy!
Dear Wisconsin Zen,
With your permission I would like to use the phrase “The Story I Tell Myself” as the tag line of my blog. johnamesblog.com Is that allright with you?
It’s all yours 🙂