no-self, and by this we mean no singular quality, nothing lasting, and not one aspect found separate from the whole - indeed there is an appearance of character, a self that seems to navigate the world, and this is the belief we have lent our identity. Yet the no-self is just as true, equal in reality, and just as readily known. Is there a point where our breath becomes divided from air, our apparent solid form not mingled as the view? It's impossible to see a star apart from the no-self of sky, and too I could not hold your image in my own sight without capacity for this embrace to be. Here, we find the paradox of space becoming the very thing it holds, no-self lending its void for an apparent self to thrive, neither emptiness nor form are denied.
It's all seamless.
And so we find ourselves in fact - as no-self too.
We are both sky and star as well as that
which is aware of both within its
view.
But at no point are we apart from it all - self, or no-self alike.
~
Peace,
Eric
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