Just for a Moment

If only you could stop for a moment.

If only I could stop thinking for a moment.

If only for just a second you could stop thinking… stop thinking of you… of This.

I think all time, and I don’t realize that I’m not doing it anymore.

Lost in my mind, in your mind, in our insignificant mortal world,

Distracted by unusual things in life. So distracted by everything from outside.

Telling each other different stories. “Things from life”, what you want, what you don’t want, what you’r looking for, what happens, what doesn’t happens. Things that happen to me, to you, to somebody, to everybody, to the ones we don’t know, to the ones we’ve only seen. Giving comments about others, judging them even if its good or not, thinking we have enough right to do it not knowing them at all, I mean, not knowing us at all.

We think we have ideas, a lot of them. That we even get tired of thinking. We think we get stressed or that we fall asleep, that we wake up, that we dream, that we love, that we cry, that we laugh and hate. That we get angry and happy, that we create and destroy, that we start and finish, that we live and we die…

We think we know a lot of things… that we don’t really realize what’s Real.

If only for a moment I could remember who I am.

If only for a moment you could remember who you are.

We would remember we are the same.

So obvious that we don’t pay attention, that we even forget it.

Its possible not to recognize it, but its impossible to change it.

¿How could you know you’re an idea, if you see yourself inside a body?

The body is incapable to know anything, he Just serves the mind.

And while you limit your consciousness to his insignificant senses, you could not see the greatness that’s around you and in you.