There’s a bubble… There’s another. Someone must be blowing bubbles! Yes, they are more concentrated over here, and, as usual, there’s a couple kids following them. It’s a delight to chase, wave, blow, pop, or assist bubbles along their way. The imagination may rivet with the experience, and you can skip right into the field of lightly floating random impermanence. This one’s quivering. This one is small. That one’s tiny. Hey?! That one’s huge!! Bubbles cast on a light breeze stream; moving suddenly, gently, and chaotically on currents, or haunt hoveringly adrift in the still. Pause with one individual, and it’s characteristic shine. A light quivering amoeba of bubble quickly morphing into an elastic sphere. The bubble body lifted along on the invisible. It shines like a convex transparency mirror. The reflection of the world about the bubble is distorted clearly; make of it what you can… beauty. The interior atmosphere of the floating vessel is remotely separated from the one surrounding it. What’s in there is it’s own. Now this one bubble has been here awhile. It’s hardly noticeable that it’s boundary is a thinning film. It’s gone! This one did not go by popping, and the little splash of residual splash; it simply vanished. So…
Flexibly dreaming, the thoughts of the mind reside in a neuro-enviro-atmospere. Bubbling thoughts of belief shimmer their truth. Reality bubbles for each, and their own. With the enforcement, and reinforcement of what is and isn’t the beliefs are channeled into conformity or nurtured for freedom. How important is this? How long can it last?