I am a blank slate…so everything is possible. This is what is natural for me. No desires, expectations, conclusions, or plans. I don’t know until I know. I do not have an opinion. I only have a beinness, being me. I only know how to be…at that moment in time. Open…I am a blank slate…I have no past nor future, I cannot know what will happen in the future, what I will feel, think or express, want, or do…it changes, morphs all the time. Same goes for the past…it morphs changes all the time. My thoughts of it, my feelings, my view…it does not exist. I move in this world as a blank slate, I do not try to be so, it just is…it cannot be any other way.