Metaphor of a life that is free

As I drive down the road, looking forward, I question myself:

"is the car moving or is the road simply unfurling beneath my wheels"?

I rest with that thought and let the road come towards me.

Everything is floating by: the sky, the other cars, the paint on the road, the signs, the litter.

I am still, silent, looking forward, allowing all to move past.

There is nothing I can do to change any of this.

So here I am now. I am in my car.

There are many other cars, some expensive ones, some clunkers, some white, some green, all flowing by with me.

Some are speeding; some are dreadfully slow. At 10 miles faster than the speed limit, most are passing me by, but that is ok.

There is no effort and no passivity. I am just here, hands on the wheel, foot on the gas pedal. There is only this.

Whatever may arise I am aware of.

I am watching and sensing.

I am alert.

I am aware of what is happening as far as my vision reaches forward or sideways.

Where I have just been can not be seen.

I can only look at what is behind me in my mirror and only for an instant or else I may crash.

I just go on, staying in my lane, following the direction to my destination, until I get there.

There is nothing else I can do.