I have no plans. As I sit here and write these words, I have nothing at all in my diary: no appointments, no meetings, no dates, no trainings, no satsangs, no sessions. I have no travel tickets, no hotel bookings, no restaurant reservations. I have no job and no particularly significant relationship. My entire future, from this moment on, is a blank page. This is rare, even for me!
Most of my being is completely at ease with this empty future. Yet I notice that when the thinking mind looks at that blankness, it wants to fill it. Ideas of where to go and what to do keep popping up. In some sense, I could follow any of those ideas. However, I tend to only act when there is a felt sense of what to do, rather than just the cold, dry energy of a thought. When a real yes arises, it arises in the body, it is sensed as energy, a vital energy. And such a yes is not yet in me for any of the ideas that the mind has proposed.
So for now at least, I sit and wait. On the one hand, this waiting is as empty and meaningless as Waiting for Godot. On the other hand, the inaction is clearly the correct action, which can also be said of Waiting for Godot.
