I’ve put an end to both wavering and unwavering; I don’t even imagine thought. I’ve put an end to both dreaming and waking; I neither sleep nor wake. I’ve put an end to animate and inanimate; I’m neither moving nor still.
I’m nectarean knowledge, unchanging bliss; I’m everywhere, like space.
I’m not the knower, nor something to be known; nor am I the cause of knowledge. I’m beyond the realm of speech, the mind and the intellect; How could the ultimate Reality ever be described by words? I’m nectarean knowledge, unchanging bliss; I’m everywhere, like space.
A human who often ponders the ways of magic and chaos in the world. The fray of which I write is the fray between worlds; between dimensions; between selves; between forms; between time. My contemplation of these ideas have lead me to explore a range of creative and existential mediums, curious about the source and experience of identity, the embodiment of our manifold complexities, freedom, evolution, and transcendence. Sometimes, words, images and sounds well up inside me and spill out when I least expect it, and sometimes they don’t. Such is the learning.
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