The entire life of the waking consciousness is only the briefest shimmer on the surface of an unfathomable deep. Yet, it is on the surface that we must live, and meet the daylight, knowing that we emerge to existence, consciousness, pain and bliss - from that which cannot be tamed in such terms. We are only thoughts, momentary flashes, plays of light on a dark water- no real you nor I;
One Self -that is no-self, alone. One all-embracing Mind that is no-mind. One that is not one, not two. Nothing. Everything. Both. Neither.
And we are thoughts born on the will, by this will sustained, into this will dissolving- always!
One No-Mind, One No-Self, One/not one Will . Whatever It gives rise to, I should see as myself.
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All of the aeons of the past universe, all the aeons of the future,
All the vast expanses of space and the cycles of time,
All the colours shapes and complexities we see, within and without,
And all of those we see not,
All of our stories, and hurts, and brief triumphs,
All!
Arise from That, in That, as That,
which neither comes, nor goes,
does not become does not depart.