Awes Boss (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} awesboss) wrote in presentnonexist, |
Dear teacher/sage Cee,
In a dream, or when an image forms at the point falling asleep, when I look directly at the image and know it as myself, the image disappears and what's left is ... nothing but the background from which it emerged, along with splotches of light that mind shapes into images. That's my experience.
Splotches is all anything is. To go beyond that, into the pure, stainless background, is very impossible to talk about. Songs about undivided pure Brahman are composed by formed splotches of light. Splotches coalesce into incense sticks I bring to you for the fun and joy of it.
In a dream, or when an image forms at the point falling asleep, when I look directly at the image and know it as myself, the image disappears and what's left is ... nothing but the background from which it emerged, along with splotches of light that mind shapes into images. That's my experience.
Splotches is all anything is. To go beyond that, into the pure, stainless background, is very impossible to talk about. Songs about undivided pure Brahman are composed by formed splotches of light. Splotches coalesce into incense sticks I bring to you for the fun and joy of it.
